We Take Mystery (To Bed)

Confiscate letters like D.E.B.No natural course of things for her to expectWithdraw the feelings 'You can, you can't'I called your number as you told the worldSomething is wrongThere is no longer any normal to meYou're my assassin but you can't see the crimePointless possessions of me & you & greedI looked at you mistaking needles for eyesSomething is wrong