Little Perfect Murder – Camden – letras

Hope is a madman’s dreamWhen he finds out he’s aloneIt’s the poison that he takesIt’s the cancer in his bones’Truth or dare’ he wispersThough it knows the ice’s too thinIt was hope that killed himBut it were his fingerprintsSomewhere there’s someoneWho somehow gets a thrillOf being perfect with an awful lot of guiltI never thought it’d come to this that IEven don’t remember what I missLittle perfect murders come and goBut they never dieIs what she said’Maybe one day who knows’For crying out loud, it’s just a termMade for those who end itAnd for you who can’t confirmI’m the coat you’re wearingWhen there’s nothing left that fitsI’m what you createdYou think there’s more but this is itI know I hurt youI know I caused you painYou called me assholeBut at least I’ve got a name