Paint my wounds, lover
Make them pink and red with laughter
Sell my skin, traitor
Make it nice and fine to read the print
Phony people
Silver screens
Tell me something
Don’t make believe
Want something real
Bring me back from memories
Oh, don’t you want to see me in the moonlight
Oh, don’t you want to do me right
Oh, don’t you want to see me in the moonlight
Oh, say you won’t treat me nice
Get to the heart of it
Get to the dark of it
Get to the heart of it
Get to the dark of it
Get to the heart of it
Get to the dark of it
Make me burn, traitor
Bring me back with fire in my lungs
Crave my heat, maker
Come and taste the falseness in my flesh
Get to the heart of it
Get to the dark of it
Get to the heart of it
Get to the dark of it
Get to the heart of it
Get to the dark of it
Oh, thought you'd recognize me in the moonlight
Oh, thought you'd recognize my skin
Oh, thought you'd recognize me in the moonlight
Oh, but you'll never feel my skin
