Lips I Don't Exist
Mosquito. Lawyers. Politicians and lovers all around me.
I see red.
Addicts and attorneys. Liars, believers all around me.
I see red.
I feel like I don't exist but I do.
Yeah I do.
I feel like I don't exist but I do.
Somehow I do.
Needles, possessions, happy and tragic all around me.
I feel black.
Iron and magic, and floaters and murder all around me.
I feel white.
If this ain't life then what is death?
If this is life then what is death?
(Chorus)
