Текст: Stabbing Westward. Wither, Blister, Burn Peel. So Wrong.
Wasted thoughts of you
Useless prayers to you
Give me back my mind
I'm empty inside
What have I become?
Everything's undone
A candle burns here in your honor
My soul, a shrine I've built for you
I've got nothing left inside me
There's nothing left inside but you
Can't seem to pretend
This night has to end
I can't fill this hole
You are all I know
It's so wrong that I need you
It's so wrong that I need abuse
It's so wrong that I need you
So wrong that I'm scared I'll die alone
Stabbing Westward