Paroles: Apollo Four Forty. Film Me Finish Me Off.

Throw the weight of your life behind
Blindingly light conversation
Our very first beauty contest
On the edge of starvation

Film me, finish me off
Film me
Film me, finish me off
Finish me off

Some psychological palaver
Where you sit and claw
At the pages of another
Emotional brochure

Film me, finish me off
Film me
Film me, finish me off
Finish me off

Film me, finish me off
Film me
Film me, finish me off
Finish me off

Consecrated by perfect lighting
My blood spread out and danced
Then you came at me, again, again
Nasty and advanced

Film me
Finish me off
Film me
Finish me off

My blood just got in your switches
My blood just got in your switches
My blood just got in your switches