Trial And Terror

Cover yourself with everything you can
 just to walk outside.
 Buried inside an artificial tan with everything to hide
 positive this can't be, this can't be right
 positive this can't be, this can't be right
 Well January's cold and February's colder
 but I can't stand to hold her anymore
 and now that I am older I wish that I had told her
 Well January's cold and February's colder
 but I can't stand to hold her anymore
 Cut yourself free
 please abandon me
 before things get really bad
 things get really bad
 cut yourself free
 please abandon me
 Don't blame yourself for my curiosity
 I swear it's not your fault
 a trial and error tragedy
 with these bitter tears
 I swear they're filled with salt
 positive this can't be right
 this can't be right
 positive this can't be right
 this can't be right