Vārdi:
And Then I Turned Seven Distant And Faded

tears in bed then I wont hang around, no I wont hang around. And now I've come to conclusions that I'm empty, and I thought, I still had everything in

to tears in bed then I wont hang around, no I wont hang around. And now I've come to conclusions that I'm empty, and I thought, I still had everything

I become his prey? Do I have any choice? He kills without a thought, he murders all that's good . . . I know I can't refuse and yet, I wish I could . . .