Well, it's constantly on my mind I think about it all the time It permeates the very essence of My entire conscious thoughts, It's a constant succession Of a growing obsession A longing desire to call it my possession Regardless of the cost, It's my object of desire It's the towering inferno that's Setting my soul on fire! It's my object of desire It's the towering inferno that's Heating up my funeral pyre!
For this thing I adore I'm becoming a whore I'm selling pieces of myself But there's not much left here to Deal with, no, So I'm selling my soul? Yes, I'm selling my soul! I've mortgaged my spirit, now I've got to beg, borrow, and steal! It's my object of desire It's the towering inferno that's Setting my soul on fire! It's my object of desire It's the towering inferno That's heating up my funeral pyre! Submission
I've just got this to say, I'm gonna turn and walk away, No new fortunes here, Just more misery I fear, Can't learn to stand up tall When you're beaten to the ground, Can't learn to rise above it all When it's you that's sinking down, And you're beaten to submission
I've got a four-year headache, And a seven year itch, It's hard to meet ends make, I wish I was filthy rich, Can't learn to be strong when resolve is inconsistent, My will to live in hope is meeting with resistance, And I'm beaten to submission
Can't learn to get beyond my problem's essence, My sanity's eloped with planned obsolescence, Can't bring myself to cope enough to make A difference, I guess I'm trapped here after all! Beaten to submission!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
