My Own Private Alaska

Come back to me
I'm not that made of stones
I'm not the one
Who used to it before
I will be wise
We will live joyfully
The other guys
Will never come for more
But don't ask me where I got this blood...
I would have killed
Everyone on our road
We will be quiet
We will be all alone
Don't cut your strings
It's for your own good, you know
Outside the world
Is not a place for you
But don't ask me where I got this blood...