Metal Beat Gary Numan

Nobody knew me so I bought some time
An hour or two with a friend of mine
Somebody lied so I burned their soul
Somebody screamed and the fire burned cold

I cure things, sweet young things
I take the pain away
I cure things, sweet young things
I soothe the pain away
I cure things, sweet young things
I take the pain away
I cure things, sweet young things
Like someone walks on their grave

I booked a small room in a cheap motel
Somewhere to hide and a cure to sell
I call it fashion, I'll make them bleed
No one to love but a ghost to feed

I was a puppet pulling my own strings
I can't believe that I did such things
I was a shadow but god forgives
Now I'm a priest and Jesus lives

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