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

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