Текст: Throwing Muses. In A Doghouse. Fear.

I hold you in my shins
I won't break your pain
This is much better than me
Okay?

Fear

Looks like me

Nothing ever works
Even if you
Use all you got
This is a state of shock

Fear

Looks like me

I don't think anything
You cover my spine
Hold my face
Shoot me and die

Fear

Looks like me

Up to your face
Up to your choice
Up through your hands
Give me what I want

And all I can think about
Is choosing it
I'm losing it
I hurt

Look at me run away
Stop talking
You hurt me
And I'm not crying, dry

Fear [Incomprehensible]