He's cold to the kiss. In ignorance he's dangerous. In innocence he's bliss. And he stalks the night. . With sonar senses. And he holds you tight. Masturbates the madness in you.
Pretty serious anti-drug song, isn't it?. Caution. -------. We have no future, we have no past. We're just drifting ghosts of glass. Brown sugar, ice in our veins.