Besedila: Xymox. Craving.

I wandered through the streets hoping to be found
Do you wanna meet? Do you wanna feed?
There is this empty place
It's the hunger I feel inside

There is this killing game
And my head will roll
There is this waiting game
Today there is this wall

My soul is not my own
Today I want to forget
At night I hear this call
Play this killing game

I listened to a name
Listened to the craving
Do you remember there was a time?
A very moment

The anger I feel inside
Do you remember when all colors died?
Do you remember bland and blind?
All the craving was mine

I want to forget
Shadows
I want to forget
Shadows

There is this killing game
And my head will roll
There is this waiting game
Today there is this wall

My soul is not my own
Today I want to forget
At night I hear this call
Play this killing game