(Girl) God I love you... you live to criticize me (whisper) criticize me forget truth, minimize me (whisper) minimize me won't reasure my mind hold
There goes another one falling into line, falling for the overdose of the twisted mind. Looking for excuses of the simple kind. No gratitude or knowledge
Eighty years have passed Weak eyes can hardly see This frail body dies Mortal life expires As my soul is removed Farewell to Human cries My soul journeys
Превод: Ангелски парвенюта. Сърдечен удар в Париж.
Превод: Dark Angel. Killing кризи.
little discipline For my pet genius My head is like lettuce Go on dig your thumbs in I cannot stop giving I'm thirty-something Sense of security Like pockets jingling Midlife crisis