Žodžiai dainai: Stroke 9. Nasty Little Thoughts. Tear Me In Two.

I know it's hard please try to coax me
Try to elevate me to the level of choice
A scarlet sky, a silver moon is a veil before my eyes
How can she be so in tune

Tear me in two
and bore a little hole
that I can see right through
Your diversions my digression
Take me apart
Suck my blood until you stop my heart
You encumber my progression

And then you save me


It slips by, it slips right by
Much to my surprise
And you think that I drink to much
Yeah, well I don't mind
I don't mind

I think of all the time we've wasted
I think of all our time apart
Your scathing tongue is not the one
that I need anymore