Из альбома: 13th Street: The Sound of Mystery
Come inside
And make your call
Read the signs
And still I bruise for you
Cold hands
You're my control
Dead eyes
You took me
Lead me
Bleed me
Drain me
And leave me to fall
I'm sick of lies (It still seems ugly)
And selfish minds
I hate your kind (It still feels ugly)
Bleed me dry
Now leave me to fall