Текст: Finch. Other. Bitemarks And Bloodstains.

And will this day be forever
Tell me lover what will become of the others
skin of flesh
waste a tear don't tell these lies
Where were you with all that talk about thier not your kind
Now i'm stealing her body and taking it home
There is always one more fault
Those wounds I don't discover
little ones that brought you to
Where were you with all that talk about thier not your kind
Now i'm stealing her body and taking it home
There is always one more fault
Now i'm stealing her body, taking it home
There is always one more fault
This will hurt you
It's Killing Me
This will hurt you
It's Killing Me
This will hurt you
It's Killing Me
This will hurt you
and i will show, and i will
(screaming) for this girl
(screaming) for this boy
(screaming) for this girl
(screaming) for this boy
this boy
they come and talk about, round again round again
(screaming There not your kind)