Žodžiai dainai: Loud Youth. Sounds Of Suburbia. The Collection.

Come with me, into my shop of antiquity, and odd horrors
just a little further now
take your time, I will take mine
with your screams
You're tearing at the seams
too far, for society's ears, come down down to my lab,
to my lab, wear your skin,
like a tight black leather dress,
I'll wear your skin like a tight black leather dress,
now your hair and your eyes are all mine,
part of my experiments,
for the collection,
the collection,
down down down down down we go into this crypt of your decay,
the collection of human body parts,
the collection of human body parts,
take your time, I will take mine,
with your screams,
you're tearing at the seams,
the collection of human body parts,
the collection of human body parts,
the collection...
I'll take your eyes and nail em to the wall,
I think I smell the pigs,
they just they don't they don't understand,
my experiments,
I'll go to mexico and change my name,
go to mexico and change my name,
but my experiments will never cease,
will never never never be lost,
the collection of human body parts,
the collection of human body parts