Текст песни Bad Things

Motionless, slow and melted, tilted downward like a dying bird.
Is anybody here? Her nose was bleeding red like gunpowder. I have seen the wind blow through her.
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Motionless wearing strange wings, doing bad things, dripping wet like glass.
Are you hearing this? But if I wait and come inside you will you let me back tomorrow. Is anybody home at all?