Слова:
Strung Out Twisted By Design

and i'll be dreamin' of a better place only to call you in the morning with the same excuse again by the side of the freeway watchin' all the cars go by

now tell a lie, I'm SICK OF THE CROWD TONIGHT! I want somebody else, Wanna make you destroy yourself, I want ya to take it out on me, ON ME... I'm caught by

sickness and in death infected every word and every thought and every single breath twisted by design the creeps deep inside of me feedin off this hunger, rage and the insecurity tempted by

I can see it in your eyes I can hear it in your voice The signs are obvious that all we had has run its course And I don't mind giving up the upper hand

A look of discontentement fills your hazel eyes As I ask for the millionth time what's goin' on? You seem to be confused about just where you stand with

One o one point one fahrenheit To some it's a fever to her it's just right I can't hold her and it's bringing me down Her blood runs hot but her heart

Another desperate call you're not around I got a head so full of worry 'cause you're nowhere to be found displaced and out of order I've been down on

and I'll be dreamin' of a better place only to call you in the morning with the same excuse again by the side of the freeway watchin' all the cars go by

sickness and in death infected every word and every thought and every single breath twisted by design the creeps deep inside of me feedin off this hunger, rage and the insecurity tempted by