Из альбома: Unholy Majesty
I like to take you in the morning
When the day is fresh
When I can't remember who you are
Or what you've done to deserve my flesh
When your doe eyes give nothing away
When the innocence clouds my gaze
Then we can attend the demise of the day
With a dirty glow about our face
I could rub my eyes all day and this would be
No more clear in my head
My imagination is thrashing from side to side
Because you keep it so well fed
I must keep my mouth from moving
Keep all that I feel inside
Please don't ask, you can read it on his face
The more I speak the more we are buried alive
Hail / You won it
Hail / So wrong and