The Dillinger Escape Plan - Lurch

I don't know your name from my window Do you lust for fame or forgiveness? Well I'll give you everything you want Well I'll give you everything you need You won't be perfect so best to freeze you in this state go on home you shouldn't be walking around on this day Now you've stuffed your throat You've walked on your burial ground Oh you'll draw the crowd With honey porcelain skin and crystal baby blues You picture in my pocket I'm obsessed with you Oh sweety there's no sense in crying you're above them all Barricade the door you can hold my hand for comfort when you fall You wear your skin so fresh Your smell intoxicates Little starlet