Текст: Skin. Fleshwounds. Trashed.

I?m like a soldier
With no cause to fight
Playing with bar boys
To test you just right

I watch your features
I check for a sign
Of some kind of failure
Then I feel sublime

Now I know I have to live without you
I can only bend so far
Guess it?s time to make some moves
without you
Now you?ve gone and trashed my heart

Solid demeanor
I look good a feat
Still I?m too vicous
To take on defeat

Yes I hear
You don?t feel this any more
I see
There?s nothing to believe in anymore
Just two snitches on heat
Still avoiding the grief
Because it felt so hard