Текст песни Arthur Miller - Glüme

I'm your little girl
Too old for this town
Tied me into the bed
Say that she drowned
A child of God living in sin
It's like a movie
Some masterpiece
I am the killer
Baby be kind
Don't be like Arthur Miller
You lie for your art
Make a wicked woman
Out of your star
Yeah, you've made me the villain
Cause we hate what we break the most

You're a sharp shooter
With a blank gun
(Shoot up, up, shoot up, up)
I'm a prize at the fair
That comes undone
(Shoot up, up, shoot up, up)
You thought she could write me like a play
(Shoot up, up)
Or read me like a book

Some masterpiece
I am the killer
Baby be kind
Don't be like Arthur Miller
You lie for your art
Make a wicked woman
Out of your star
Yeah, you've made me the villain
Cause we hate what we break the most

She was, uh well, how can you put it?
She was everything
And it was a disastrous combination
Of powerful impulses in every direction
Well, she wasn't smart enough to survive