Spencer Reid

My little arsonist just set my head on fire
Couldn't sleep ’til it burned out
My stomach's burning up like a funeral pyre
Traditions gone for good
Voice in my head's calling me a liar
Coming clean on a borrowed floor
You found the cure for being sick and tired
Tell me if you would

I’m getting lost in a bad translation!

Show me I mean anything to you
Show me you've got better shit to do
Show me I'm the one disfigured
Light the match caress that trigger
Show me I mean anything to you

My little alchemist, you left me uninspired
That formula's been done for ages
A book with tattered pages
Loss of wisdom, loss for words
I have this song in my head still calling me a liar
Coming clean to a foreign shore
I have the cure for being sick and tired
Stop me if you could

Still getting lost in that bad translation!

Show me I mean anything to you
Show me you've got better shit to do
Show me I'm the one disfigured
Light the match caress that trigger
Show me I mean anything to you