Speedrun - What He's Used To

Turn around
Make way for the hellhound
Low lights in a slaughterhouse
Where he's headed downtown
Undercover always looking like somebody else
Nothing matters so long as he sedates himself
Girls like pistols in his fists at night
A lucid killer with a gentle knife
All his lovers burn just like candy on his tongue
And it's a taste that he can't shake loose
Loves the feel of a beautiful casualty
He's got nothing to do but use
Just to feel new
It's what he's used to
Just to feel new
It's what he's used to
What a thrill
To kill or to be killed
They ask him if he'll do them in
He says he won't but he will
In the morning he's a fugitive up on the run
It's a feeling he'll take from almost anyone
Deep down he knows that it's not right
As he craves the rush of the next time
All his lovers burn just like candy on his tongue
And it's a taste that he can't shake loose
Loves the feel of a beautiful casualty
He's got nothing to do but use
Just to feel new
It's what he's used to
Just to feel new
It's what he's used to

Written by:
James McDermott, Nina Lueders

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