Из альбома: Professional Murder Music
You make me realize why it is that I'm breathing
Because I'm feeling so far away from here now
Your fucking world I've lived in and could never respect and all the times I liked it I was feeling dead
Live my life without tomorrow
I'll kiss your face to see your sorrow
How does it feel you're down on the floor
Are you worried I'm in control
How I know you really can't stand when I spit in God's face
Give it all to me it's not enough to hold me long
Give me everything it's not enough to hold me long
It almost starts to seem like that dream I'm living
An endless cycle feeling the skin that I'm tearing
The melting walls you live for are becoming detached and all this time you thought that it would never turn black
See what's left there's no tomorrow
Tell that pig he is so hollow
How does it feel you're down on the floor
Are you worried I'm in control
How I know you really can't stand when I spit in God's face
Give it all to me it's not enough to hold me long
Give me everything it's not enough to hold me long