I 'm creeping around the circles Of friends I have inside my head Stone the witch of population Leave me there when I 'm dead All in all we spent our days to get in trouble too And wicked like the sun I 'm melting for the spell of you two I'm off the shore and fade into your sea Don't seperate me when I suffer Use a bit of me indeed Don't even stop me when I 'm on speed All in all we spent our days to get in trouble too Wicked like the sun I'm melting for the spill of you two But now I 'm coming through I've reached the point of mass confusion Built to pick it into sand Request it to your own illusion That's the story and that's the end.