Pure کے بول

Stab it in me Inspiration Got so little to hold onto Let me know that I would love to Throw some acid on top of you I want to be so pure I want to be so pure Cut you up and rearrange you I want to be so pure Justify the things I do By burning images of me and you I'm back again Back again Tint the mirror black and blue now Burn the images in petrol fumes I'm inside of you now I want to be so pure I want to be so pure Cut you up and rearrange you I want to be so pure I want to be so pure I want to be so pure Cut you up and rearrange you I want to be so... So pure... (etc.)