It’s a shame it’s a shame
A fear made fact
A future met feral and fanged for attack
I got taller, louder, two steps back
I shouldn’t ever get accustomed to contact

I was grave It was grave
More often than not
I’d turn on myself at a twist in the plot
I buried the lede but the bitch came back
I shouldn’t ever get accustomed to contact

Cause anything’s a poison in the right dose
And everybody bites when you get close
Baby are you?
Baby are you?
Baby are you?

Cause I can’t relax but I’m good for other things
And all I want is you, you, utopia now
I can’t relax but I’m good for other things
All I want is you, you, utopia now
I can’t relax but I’m good for other things
All I want is you
All I want is you
All I want is utopia now
I can’t relax but I’m good for other things
And all I want is you, you, you, you, utopia now

Cause anything’s a poison in the right dose
And everybody bites when you get close
Baby are you?
Baby are you?