Из альбома: To Britain With Love... and Bruises
Late night catechism speaks me to sleep
a lethal dose of narcissism conquers the beast
i can't remember how i got my last scar
the bible tells us jesus...
Was a rockstar
a prayer under pressure
of violent anguish
a prayer under pressure
of violent anguish...
Early mourning exorcisms keep me awake
seven stars surround me as i burn like a saint
i can't remember why my knees are so sore
the bible tells us mary...
Was a whore
a prayer under pressure
of violent anguish
a prayer under pressure
of violent anguish...
There once was a girl and she suffered from sickness
mouth was distorted from razor sharp kisses
tried to pretend it was all in her mind
but i know her voice...when i hear mine
god are you listening? I hear you in my room
as hot as the moon on the tenth day of june
there's no sleeping for me, i'm loosing my faith
love is not safe in a world filled with hate
heart sick
i'm sick
still sick
my heart is sick