Katja

Running out of motions
And I'm running out of options
And I'm running out of clever things to say
Looking to the future, but I've got to aim higher

Absolute beginner
Loves the sin, but not the sinner
Though she only does it every other day
Dim the light and soften, it isn't very often

Nothing I say will do, I'll be the end of you
Close your eyes, count to one, hear the voice, start to run
Nothing I say will do, I'll be the end of you
Close your eyes, count to one, hear the voice, and run and run

If you stop and listen to the things that she keeps missing,
Then you'll probably become her only friend
Throw yourself in headlong,
Unchain her from the madman

Slightly too much lipstick, wrap of speed and broken glowstick
What you get is what you see is what you get
Looking to the future,
But she's got to aim higher

Nothing I say will do, I'll be the end of you
Close your eyes, count to one, hear the voice, start to run
Nothing I say will do, I'll be the end of you
Close your eyes, count to one, hear the voice, and run and run

And she has to come down
She has to come down
And she has to come down for me in the end

So, Katja, what's the score? Overdose, prisoner of war