Žodžiai dainai: Pro-pain. Foul Taste Of Freedom. God Only Knows.

hate is like a fire


burning in my head
you are my desire


as i desire you dead
please don't ask me questions

because i can only lie

and the hunt will never end


as long, as long as my love
my love, you deny



gather round kids, gather all round the campfire

as i hunt you down in the night like a vampire


so the story goes - the fire burns to the black

and god only knows if you're ever coming back




oh, i can feel your presence
breathing in my air

in the midst of nervous laughter

i can sense that you're aware

somewhere in these clouded thoughts

there lies a peaceful man

and you are all i seek

i will swear to walk the landuntil i find you