Из альбома: They Ate Themselves
Something isn't right,
Your fingers are a taut rope,
Almost snapping at my face,
Something makes me empty,
You tore off my hand,
Like a leaf it just
Turned toward the light.
But you smile,
But you laugh,
But you stare,
And you looked away.
Something makes my shiver,
Your eyes were laced with ice,
And controlled the air around me,
I tried to stop the pulse,
But it kept moving,
I tried to stop the air,
But it was everywhere,
And you looked away.
But you smile,
But you laugh,
But you stare,
And you looked away.