PETER STEELE lyrics : "Plastic"
down I go
into the leads
of deepest soul
Down
I'm on my bedroom (?)
without you there
I am alone
I can't believe
I trusted you
I can't conceive
I still miss you
I think I'm in love with a nightmare
but when I sleep
I sleep there (?)
(I don't want you back, I want you dead)
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