Besedila: Skid Row. Revolutions Per Minute. Love Is Dead.

I?ve fallen for and fought the wars with you
And held my breath until I?m gray
I choke myself until my skin turn blue
On words I never got to say

Feed me, bleed me
I don?t care

I can?t keep what I don?t want
A ghost needs a house to haunt
Black holes inside your head
Burns quick the turns to red
Close the lid, drive the nails
Bury me, ?cause love is dead

No soul to sell, I?ve been through hell with you
Then left our love outside to freeze
We?d die in bed then you threw dirt on me
And burn me out like a disease

Thrill me, kill me
I don?t care

I can?t keep what I don?t want
A ghost needs a house to haunt
Black holes inside your head
Burns quick the turns to red
Close the lid, drive the nails
Bury me, ?cause love is dead

I choke myself until my skin turn blue
On words I never got to say

Thrill me, kill me
I don?t care

I can?t keep what I don?t want
A ghost needs a house to haunt
Black holes inside your head
Burns quick the turns to red
I can?t keep what I don?t want
A ghost needs a house to haunt
Black holes inside your head
Burns quick the turns to red
Close the lid, drive the nails
Bury me, ?cause love is dead