Knocked out
Unconscious
Bloodied up
Feeling nauseous
Who’s gonna save us
From ourselves
Back and forth
Ad nauseam
What happened to
Our perfect love
Who’s gonna save us
From ourselves
Silence and
Tears are cruel as
The lingering
Of your perfume
Who’s gonna save us
From ourselves
Angels are real
Bitches are too
Angels are real
But this feud is no illusion
Perfection’s
A bitter bliss
I long to steal
Your angry kisses
Who’s gonna save us
From ourselves
One last slow
Dance again
This masquerade
Is never ending
Who’s gonna save us
Who’s gonna save us
Who’s gonna save us
From ourselves
[Thanks to madmuse for adding these lyrics]