Lykke Li

Eyes wide shut and I still feel the needle in my back
Cutting through my veins and spirit making me relax
I can't tell if i am living or just holding on
'Cause wicked games heeds wicked in us (?)
Kick me 'til I drop (?)
You silent my song
No fist is needed when you call
And you seek pain like it is pleasure
Like a work of art
When I'm your painting, I'm your treasure
Purest of them all
And call it love or call it murder