You're stuck in my mind since the day I met you
Your voice in my head is my favourite song
A bolt through my bones every time I see you
Though you seduce me it feels wrong
Your hair in my face keeps me from breathing
The shocks you give keep me alive
The two of us will never leave this concept
Of preachers and prayers and the tale of the knife
Knife knife oh compressing eyes
Your blueberry lips give me that white stare
With every scoop your face falls apart
Apart apart apart
A taste so divine you can almost feel it
I wish I never tried it, sweet heart
Sweet heart
You're stuck in my mind since the day I met you
Your voice in my head is my favourite song
Come on, come on, come on, come on
A Bolt through my bones every time I see you
Though you seduce me it feels right
Er ist immer noch auf freiem Fuß in Richtung Innenstadt
Der Flüchtige ist männlich, 1,85 groß
Kurze, glatte, braune Haare
Er trägt eine blaue Jeans und einen schwarzen Zip-Hoodie
Eventuell bewaffnet
Er hat sie gegessen!
Ich wiederhole: er hat sie fast komplett aufgegessen!
Wir brauchen Verstärkung! Sofort!