you've got mail
the stuff i live for
digital heroin
my drug of choice
(no time for toys)
i got burnt from sitting in the lcd sun

i'd walk a mile
for just one more file
f.b.i.
knocking on my door
telling me no more

21 + 4 =
(17 + more)
my new bracelets hurt

i'd walk a mile
for just one more file
i'd walk a mile
for just one more file

public scar
let her know i meant no harm
i just got stuck
(you twisted fuck)
innocence is just a click away

i'd walk a mile
for just one more file
i'd walk a mile
for just one more file
i'd walk a mile
for just one more file