Animation by Hisko Hulsing.From 'Cobain: Montage of Heck' (2015): Filmmaker Brett Morgen uses material from the Cobains' personal archives in an in-depth examination of the Nirvana frontman's childhood, music career and untimely death.
I'm never coming back
I'm never giving in
I'll never be the shine in your spit
I disconnect the act
I disconnect the dots
I disconnect the me in me
And you're mistaken, it's you that's faking
Living and breathing and dying too
This message is for anyone who dares to hear a fool
You can't bring me back, you can't bring me back
'Cause I gave it all back to you
Through sacred alleys, the living wrecks
Wreak their havoc upon this world
The disenchanted, the romantics
The body and face and soul of you is gone down that deep black hole
Destroy the mind, destroy the body
But you cannot destroy the heart
Destroy the mind, destroy the body
But you cannot destroy the heart
And you, you make me so I need to disconnect
And you make it so real
I don't need your love to disconnect
To runaround kids in get-go cars
With Vaseline afterbirths and neon coughs
Galaxies full of nobodies
Giving us the farewell runarounds
I took a virgin Mary axe to his sweet baby Jane
Lost my innocence to a no good girl
Scratch my face with anvil hands
And coil my tongue around a bumblebee mouth
And I give it all back to you
I give it all back to you, yeah
I give it all back to you
For you
No way, I don't need it, I don't need your love to disconnect
And you make it, so real, I don't need your love to disconnect
No way, no way, no way to disconnect
And you make it so real
I don't need your love to disconnect
No way, no way to disconnect, yeah
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Precious Things
So I ran faster
But it caught me here
Yes my loyalties turned
Like my ankle
In the seventh grade
Running after billyRunning after the rain
These precious things
Let them bleed
Let them wash away
These precious things
Let them break
Their hold on me
He said you're really an ugly girl
But I like the way you play
And I died
But I thanked him
Can you believe
That sick
Holding on to his picture
Dressing up every day
I want to smash the faces
Of those beautiful boys
Those christian boys
So you can make me cum
That doesn't make you jesus
These precious things
Let them bleed
Let them wash away
These precious things
Let them break
Their hold on me
I remember
Yes
In my peach party dress
No one dared
No one cared
To tell me
Where the pretty girls are
Those demigods
With their nine-inch nails
And a little fascist panties
Tucked inside the heart
Of every nice girl
These precious things
Let them bleed
Let them wash away
These precious things
Let them break
Let them wash away
These precious things
Let them bleed now
Let them wash away
These precious things
Let them break