I´ve got a delicate mind
I´ve got a dangerous nature
And my fist collides
With your furniture
I´ve got a delicate mind
I´ve got a dangerous nature
And my fist collides
With your furniture

I´m an electric wire
And I´m stuck inside your head

I´m a hungry Mohican
I´ve got a razor blade smile
So don´t come near me
I´ve got a singular style
Fifteen senses
Are on my plate
All the things
You love to hate

I´m an electric wire
And I´m stuck inside your head

Where I go to no one knows
Find me where the cold wind blows
Regrets

Black is red and red is white
In this country I do what I like
Regrets

(That´s right that´s right..)