Ooh don't hate me if I break under the strain Analyzed, crucified Caught on Satan's wing Angels of night Vultures in flight I've a love for the fatal things All these and many more Float within my lobes Colors dancing Blood-red oozing From liquid strobes Come see the visions Come feel the pain Of sores that never heal And then my friend Well, maybe you'll see How my world's Become unreal Kissing the night And cursing the morning Must be a crime Dismembered From the faith of youth And doing my time Culture-shocked eyes That hide the fears Eroded cheeks From acid tears Where every smile Escapes from my face To seek refuge In a happier place And my mind It screams to be free And to find the structure My mind It screams to be free From what's possessing me Now don't hate me if I break under the strainTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
