Besedila: Eve 6. Beautiful oblivion.

I would swallow my pride
I would choke on the rinds
But the lack thereof would leave me empty inside

Swallow my doubt, turn it inside out
Find nothin' but faith in nothing
Wanna put my tender, heart in a blender

Watch it spin round to a beautiful oblivion
Rendezvous, then I'm through with you

I've burn, burn like a wicker cabinet
Chalk white and, oh, so frail
I see our time has gotten stale

The tick-tock of the clock is painful
All sane and logical
I want to tear it off the wall

I hear words and clips and phrases
I think sick like ginger ale
My stomach turns and I exhale

I would swallow my pride
I would choke on the rinds
But the lack thereof would leave me empty inside

I would swallow my doubt, turn it inside out
Find nothin' but faith in nothing
Wanna put my tender, heart in a blender

Watch it spin round to a beautiful oblivion
Rendezvous, then I'm through with you

So callous where my mind states
But it's not my state of mind
I'm not as ugly sad as you or am I origami
Fold it up and just pretend
Demented as the motives in your head

I would swallow my pride
I would choke on the rinds
But the lack thereof would leave me empty inside

I would swallow my doubt, turn it inside out
Find nothin' but faith in nothing
Wanna put my tender, heart in a blender

Watch it spin round to a beautiful oblivion
Rendezvous, then I'm through with you

But I alone am the one you don't know
You need to keep for your ego
Make me blind when your eyes close
Sink when you get close

Tie me to the bed post
I alone am the one you don't know
You need you, don't you need