London
Seven in the morning on a Saturday
And I just missed my train

Worship
Of the kind of goddess that I sacrifice
Will reap hard on me

I've got an itch, you've got an emptiness
I couldn't fill, false gods and tenderness
Into your will, pray on the fallen
Straps from your shoulders, how do I hold you?

Make me a monster, make me a beast
Prey on my weakness, become my disease
I've been lovesick and empty
Cold and I'm trembling
Still holding out for my fairytale ending

Nightmare
Falling as the bottom reaches up for me
Wake up on the ground

Reject
Every lesson anybody has to say
Cause I won't be saved now
I've got an itch, you've got an emptiness
I couldn't fill, false gods and tenderness
Into your will, pray on the fallen
Straps from your shoulders, how do I hold you?

Make me a monster, make me a beast
Prey on my weakness, become my disease
I've been lovesick and empty
Cold and I'm trembling
Still holding out for my fairytale ending