So you scream it out, baby, out in the cold
And you feel the sky taking over your soul
Beat of the damned got ahead of you
Beat of your hands on the concrete

And we talked a lot about selling the world
We talked a lot about selling our skin
Everyone else got ahead of you
Everyone else is a soldier

Beautiful girl
Beautiful impatience with the world

She’s really getting to me

And I had a dream about taking my life
All of the walls at the end of the night
Love is a hurt deep inside of you
Love is a broken down apartment

And you scream it out, baby, out in the cold
Into the forest where your nightmares unfold
Beat of the damned got ahead of you
Beat of your hands on the concrete

Give me a love song i could believe in
Give me a beautiful impatience with this world
Let me be your haunted son
I could be your haunted son.

”You see me watch you dance nonchalantly
As from the vibrant walls, soft music plays
And slow your harmonious, alluring strut
And stare back with an apathetic gaze

But you look like an object of desire
You’re illusion, when most just want the true
I don’t care about your indifference,
I admire your mask’s design and desire you.”

So let me be your haunted son
I could be your haunted son
A make-believe
Yes I could be your haunted son
Let me be your haunted son
I could be your mortal coil
A mortal coil