Текст: Bush. Razorblade Suitcase. Mouth.

You gave me this, made me give
Your silver grin, still sticking it in
You have soul machine, soul machine

The longest kiss, peeling furniture days
Drift madly to you, pollute my heart drain
You have broken at me, broken me

All your mental armor drags me down
Nothing hurts like your mouth, mouth, mouth

Your loaded smiles, pretty just desserts
Wish it all for you, so much, it never hurts
You have soul machine, stone at me

All your mental armor drags me down
We can't breathe when you come around
All your mental armor drags me down
Nothing hurts like your mouth, mouth, mouth
Your mouth, mouth, mouth
Your mouth, mouth, mouth

We've been missing long before
Never found our way home
We've been missing long before
Where we'll find our way

You gave me this, made me give
You have soul machine
Broken free

All your mental armor drags me down
We can't breathe when you come around
All your mental armor drags me down
Nothing hurts like your mouth, mouth, mouth
Your mouth, mouth, mouth
Your mouth, mouth, mouth

All your mental armor
All your mental armor and your
Mouth, mouth, mouth