Cupid - Pistolita

Cupid brings electricity

Intertwined with the mind

With the dead glass eyes

And braver than you think

I lept from the building

Poppy fields i ran asleep

Something wicked follows me

A kid broke neck

On white picket fence

And i had no reply

No sting no cry

And softer than you think

She slept among poppies

Poppies give no real feeling

Something wicked follows me