When comets explode
I wonder if they care
About how fast they flew
They had
Temperature rising
(They had)
Hundred degrees Celsius
(They had it all)
Maybe two thousand and five hundred
I got, got
Blood on my finger
Pricked a spot
To make sure I'm still
On my feet ten toes
Won't you
Tell God I'm a faker
Drawing fake blood
All this fake blood on me
I wanna make you smile
Like you always do for me
I wanna make you smile
Like you always do, like you
I wanna make you smile
Like you always do for me
I wanna make you
Like you always do for me
Hundred degrees Celsius
Maybe two thousand and five hundred