Donner, Party of Five

Your nails, fashion red.

Paint a story your eyes never kept.

Don't worry, sweetie,

I'm just killing lately.You think I'm a killer?

You think these eyes belong to a murderer?

Pass judgement fast,

Cause that's the last look you'll get.Please take me with you.

Please take me with you.In autumn, I won't be here.

So help me, God.

So help me, God.I've walked and searched for eighteen years

And died for nothing.Your nails, fashion red.

Paint a story your eyes never kept.

Don't worry, sweetie,

I'm just killing lately.You think I'm a killer?

You think these eyes belong to a murderer?

Pass judgement fast,

Cause that's the last look you'll get.In autumn, I won't be here.

So help me, God.

So help me, God."I've been evil,

Making a mess

Out of this town;

I woke the devil.'