I wont stop following younow help me pray forthe death of everything newthen well fly farthercause youre my girland thats alrightif you sting meI wont mindwell stop to rest on themoon and well make a fireIll steal a carcass for youthen feed off the viruscause youre my girland thats alrightif you sting meI wont mindnow look at emlook at em nowlook at em stingI see a red light in Juneand I hear cryingyou turn newborn baby bluenow were all the virus
