Daylight hurts when sometimes we're making love
Daylight hurts I'm spinning my wheels in blood
Every single thing in this room is fine
And then it hurts
Metal bends around objects in my mind
Gets much worse

Daylight hurts I'm spinning my wheels in blood
Daylight hurts I'm spinning my wheels in blood
American meat I dream the moon I'm fine - could be worse
Proxy to a fence post - I'm assigned
It's a curse
I'm terse

Do you trust the book you're reading?
Do you really like me bleeding?
Design breaks up
She's mine, wake up
Daylight hurts I'm spinning my wheels in blood (Go ahead, write her)