What Are You Into?

I can't sit with an angry soul
Makes me sick, I can't think straight
I fall apart when I think of the world
Think of the world I'm in

Once in a paper doll world
I felt the pain of a summer
Porcelain skin that the sun would soon hurt
Such were the pains of my wanders
Poor little girl with a sunburn
Poor little girl with a sunburn

Once as the shadows drew near
Branches were cracking like fingers
My little light got caught in our fears
Those were the fears in my dream, dear
As for my trembling white fingers
As for these trembling white fingers

I can't sit with an angry soul
Makes me sick, I can't think straight
I fall apart when I think of the world
Think of the world I'm in

Kill her right now
You'll regret it if you wait
It's over when it's lost
Sell me the secrets of love in a pint of blood

I can't sit with an angry soul
I can't sit with an angry soul
I can't sleep when you're angry
I can't sleep when you're angry
I can't sleep when you're angry
I can't...

He's killed now
We could still remake
So wonderful
We could be rhapsody in talking form, from now on
Don't hold on, just give me something to swallow
It's best to dance while it burns
If it must burn, if it must burn

I could be anything wonderful