Lovely Psycho

Lyrics

[Instrumental Intro] [Verse 1] In the world, the sun is coming up black, cry, cry, pain-filled doves that beat up against My window, my head Blue and red, alive and dead, keep the claws coiled and not understand the Suffering Cradled in madness Flirting with dead hope and sadness What is real? True True True [Chorus] Bury me Sundays are red They hurt me Like the needles of rain on my head Bury me Sundays are red They hurt me Like the needles of rain [Verse 2] Are you coming, are you coming down from there? I can dance on the night mist with My wings, my wings A thorn strokes me, a thorn chokes me nervously Always a blood bath brooding 'neath my windows Let me out, my body is rain, trickle through the cracks, trickle down mournful terrain Not too far from the pavement Of the cold grey truth [Chorus] Bury me Sundays are red They hurt me Like the needles of rain on my head Bury me Sundays are red They hurt me like the needles of rain [Bridge] Yeah Ooh-ah Ooh-ah Sundays are red Sundays are red Ooh-ah Ooh-ah Sundays are red Some days are dead Take me from the mad red Take me from the mad red And give me a peaceful blue I do not like living No If there is no giving No [Outro] It makes no sense It makes no sense It makes no sense It makes no sense It makes no sense It makes no sense It makes no sense It makes no sense It makes no sense It makes no sense It makes no sense It makes no sense It makes no sense It makes no sense It makes no sense It makes no sense It makes no sense