Christine and the Queens - Full of life

Seize my head in regret
There might not be another vision
One that makes me forget I wish I was another person
And we still try every night to go make sense of it
Fighting
Over lust
Still try every night to bound over something
Fighting
Over love

White powder to forget
The taste of blood and how it burnt them
Hunters
Traitors

They all think that they're safe, belated by the same old venom
Hunters