Besedila: Paradise Lost. Believe In Nothing. Mouth.

Feel so low some days
And only I can taste
Resent security
Obscuring all I see

In my mind, in my mouth, in my soul
Only you provide these symptoms that I show

I could go out in style
Go back from where I came
But luck sees to us all
And rarely plays the game

In my mind, in my mouth, in my soul
Only you provide these symptoms that I show

We've seen it all through many years of lonesome hell
Back to a place where we all terminate, we terminate

It's in my mind, it's in my mouth, it's in my soul
Only you provide these symptoms that I show

It's in my mind, it's in my mouth, it's in my soul
Only you provide these symptoms that I show

It's in my mind, it's in my mouth, it's in my soul
Only you provide these symptoms that I show

It's in my mouth