Из альбома: American Beast
Are you wearing
My skin on your
Soul, is it as cold
as you hoped?
I'm in your head,
Don't you wish you were dead now?
I'm am your life,
All you were has been wiped out
I have your sight,
and your senses are mine now
Pray all you want, but you're deaf
dumb and blind now
Are you dying,
Slipping, trying
Slyly prying,
Lying on your
Break your way out of my head
I'll eat you alive