Besedila: Nine Inch Nails. Pretty Hate Machine. Sin.

You give me the reason
You give me control
I gave you my purity
My purity you stole

Did you think I wouldn't recognize this compromise?
Am I just too stupid to realize?
Stale incense, old sweat and lies, lies, lies

It comes down to this
Your kiss, your fist
And your strain, it gets under my skin
Within, take in, the extent of my sin

You give me the anger
You give me the nerve
Carry out my sentence
Well, I get what I deserve

I'm just an effigy, to be defaced, to be disgraced
But your need for me has been replaced
And if I can't have everything, well then just give me a taste

It comes down to this
Your kiss, your fist
And your strain, it gets under my skin
Within, take in, the extent of my sin

You give me the reason
You give me control
I gave you my purity
My purity you stole

Did you think I wouldn't recognize this compromise?
Am I just too stupid to realize?
Stale incense, old sweat and lies, lies, lies

It comes down to this
Your kiss, your fist
And your strain, it gets under my skin
Within, take in, for my sin

It comes down to this
Your kiss, your fist
And your strain, it comes under my skin
Within, take in, the extent of my sin
Woh!