Running out of motions And I'm running out of options And I'm running out of clever things to say Looking to the future, but I've got to aim higher Absolute beginner Loves the sin, but not the sinner Though she only does it every other day Dim the light and soften, it isn't very often Nothing I say will do, I'll be the end of you Close your eyes, count to one, hear the voice, start to run Nothing I say will do, I'll be the end of you Close your eyes, count to one, hear the voice, and run and run If you stop and listen to the things that she keeps missing, Then you'll probably become her only friend Throw yourself in headlong, Unchain her from the madman Slightly too much lipstick, wrap of speed and broken glowstick What you get is what you see is what you get Looking to the future, But she's got to aim higher Nothing I say will do, I'll be the end of you Close your eyes, count to one, hear the voice, start to run Nothing I say will do, I'll be the end of you Close your eyes, count to one, hear the voice, and run and run And she has to come down She has to come down And she has to come down for me in the end So, Katja, what's the score? Overdose, prisoner of war