Besedila: Skunk Anansie. Through Rage.

I wonder what you're thinking When your fist was in my face Was it nice to have the feeling None of that power gone to waste And you think that I can't trust you With your visions and my blood When all your promises and passions Make me vomit in disgust 'Coz I loathe you Yes I loathe you You made me carry on You made me carry on You made me carry on Through rage And the way you move your backside You're so miserably dull There's no conversation inspiration Coming from your skull You gave me all your weary tears Your second handed loves But all the weapons and the taunting Made a wise girl have it all 'Coz I loathe you Yes I loathe you You made me carry on You made me carry on You made me carry on Through rage