Trance To The Sun - Virgins With Scissors lyrics

Some gray cityline Or a rooftop gasping for fire Just something that burns Give you anything to take the edge off… Some skin to cover the nerves (New skin to cover you) Way below in the thorns In a maze no one admits to making me chase like virgins with scissors Cutting down anything that moves Or that seems as a way to the edge What pretty flowers! They'll never rot