I might have felt it when we weren't going fire
I might have felt it when we weren't
But I'd rather die instead
Than do things your way
I might have felt it when we were both young
I might have felt it when you had me strung out to play
I did things your way
You held me with your tied lips
You gave me acid for my flux stream
You held me in your death grip
I'm moving out on a death grip
I'm moving out into the death grip
You seem to think that my thinking is wrong
But all that's happen is things I moved on,
Today, I did things my way
You call me when your head clear
You gave me acid for my flux stream
You held me in your death grip
I'm moving out on a death grip
I'm moving out into the death grip
You held me with your tied lips
You gave me acid for my flux stream
You held me in your death grip
I'm moving out on a death grip
I'm moving out into the death grip
