Disarm
Disarm you with a smile
And cut you like you want me to
Cut that little child
Inside of me and such a part of you
The years burn
Ooh, the years burn
I used to be a little boy
So old in my shoes
And what I choose is my choice
What's a boy supposed to do?
The killer in me, is the killer in you
My love
I send this smile over to you
Disarm you with a smile
And leave you like they left me here
To wither in denial
The bitterness of one who's left alone
The years burn
Ooh, the years burn, burn, burn
I used to be a little boy
Whoa so old in my shoes
And what I choose that's my voice
Oh what's a boy supposed to do?
The killer in me, is the killer in you
My love
I send this smile over to you ohh ohh
The killer in me, is the killer in you
My love
I send this smile over to you
The killer in me, is the killer in you
I send this smile over to you
Writer/s: Billy Corgan
