I saw you at the QOTSA show. (I know I fall)
You were the Queen of this night. (I’m sure I’m right)
I’m the one but you don’t know. Oh no.
You disappeared into the night. Oh no.

It’s my pleasure
No one, No other
It’s my pleasure
I corrupt the others

You’ve disconnected my brain. (I’m in my film)
I can’t explain this sensation. (I’m so insane)
I’m the one but I’m ashamed. Oh no.
I can’t explain this reaction. Oh no.

It’s my pleasure
No one, No other
It’s my pleasure
I corrupt the others

I waste my time. Your shadow‘s outside and I’m rushing around.
I waste my time. I’ve got a first-class ticket to hit the ground.
I’m sorry. I was dreaming of you. I can’t explain my feelings.
I’m sorry. I’m not waiting for you. I’m sorry, you’re just a link.

It’s my pleasure
No one, No other
It’s my pleasure
I corrupt the others

I waste my time. Your shadow‘s outside and I’m rushing around.
I waste my time. I’ve got a first-class ticket to hit the ground.
I’m sorry. I was dreaming of you. I can’t explain my feelings.
I’m sorry. I’m not waiting for you. I’m sorry, you’re just a link.

You are so disturbed. You’re always arrogant.
Photographs of your face don’t reflect your sticky shell.
Falling in your dreams, you get up so easily.
Photographs of your face don’t reflect your sticky shell.
Yeah you’re gonna be mad. Yeah you’re gonna be mad.
Photographs of your face don’t reflect your sticky shell.
Ecstasy makes you feel like a little pea.
Photographs of your face have no reflect.

I don’t want to listen anymore
Shut up, keep out and close the door.

You’re such a criminal. I have no illusion.
Photographs of your face don’t reflect your sticky shell.
I don’t know what you feel. You don’t wake up so easily.
Photographs of your face don’t reflect your sticky shell.
Yeah you’re gonna be mad. Yeah you’re gonna be mad.
Photographs of your face don’t reflect your sticky shell.
Drugs and me make you feel like a little pill.
Photographs of your face have no reflect.

I don’t want to listen anymore
Shut up, keep out and close the door.

I can’t see another solution.
You must keep out. I keep my love.

I don’t want to listen anymore
Shut up, keep out and close the door.

Photographs of your face don’t reflect your sticky shell.

Concentrate
High is a law
In your head…
How do you know…?

System works weirdly, you must tell all.
Quite confidently, you let them fall.
No fairy story, no merit at all.
Moment of glory. High is a law.

For me, that’s a stage.
Are you over me? Are you over me?
For me, that’s a gale.
Are you over me? Are you over me?

Concentrate
High is a law
In your head…
How do you know… ?

You belittle me but you run at a crawl
Dummy and feisty, you just bawl
No dark mystery, No Russian doll
Moment of fury. High is a law.

For me, that’s a stage.
Are you over me? Are you over me?
For me, that’s a gale.
Are you over me? Are you over me?

It’s hard to believe that I’m just a thing.
Is it hard to believe? (Come on)

For me, that’s a stage.
Are you over me? Are you over me?
For me, that’s a gale.
Are you over me? Are you over me?

For me, that’s a stage.
Are you over me? Are you over me?
For me, that’s the end.
Are you over me? You’re not over me.

Concentrate
High is a law
In my head…
How do I know… ?