Besedila: Queen Of The Damned. David Draiman Of Disturbed.

I'm over it!
You see I'm falling in the precipice...
Clouded by memories of the past...
At last...I see

I hear it fading, I can't speak it,
or else you will dig my grave;
You feel them finding, always whining...
take my hand now be alive!

You see I cannot be forsaken,
because I'm not the only one,
We walk amongst you feeding, raping...
Must we hide from everyone?

I'm over it.
Why can't we be together embracing,
sleeping so long, taking off the mask,
At last...I see

I hear it fading, I can't speak it,
or else you will dig my grave,
You feel them finding, always whining...
Take my hand now be alive!

You see I cannot be forsaken,
because I'm not the only one,
We walk amongst you feeding, raping...
Must we hide from everyone? (x2)

Everyone...
Everyone...
Everyone...