Sweet Bloody Murder Wax Fang

Psychic operator, read my lips
This is the most honest I've ever been
My bones are shivering beneath my skin

Won't you look into your crystal ball?
I've got a palm that reads like a novel
I'm not afraid to die, just don't turn the lights off

I should have known that it would come to this
I do all the wrong things for the wrong reasons
Give me another chance, I'll do them again all over

This is murder, bloody murder
This is murder, bloody murder

So psychic operator, come on over
My body temperature is growing colder
I need a favour if it isn't much skin off your shoulders

I need a girl, I need a true romance
A rain of bullets just to get me to dance
A pair of scissors to cut the pants right off of me

This is murder, bloody murder
If this is murder, why am I not dying?