Из альбома: Industrial Assault Vol.2
Dead souls wailing in water,
frozen like a tide of depression,
I lie and wait,
howl at the moon,
hail to dead souls,
wash over me,
and take my life away,
push this staple into my head,
watch my arms fall out over the table,
twisted fabel,
touch me once,
and I’ll turn to dust,
I give up my life,
and give my soul to you,
the collector,
agony save me,
save me from love,
love,
save me,
save me from love and thoughts of their passion,
and I’ll wait to become my fear suffocating on you
cry cry in slow motion
so sad,
so sad,
and nothing clinched you,
hail to dead souls