Текст песни
Beyond your twisted mind, what's the appeal?
3 o'clock in the morning, it doesn't sound good
Getting ready to happen, I feel like a thief
Not going to live like this, that will feel good
Turn it off and leave it on, none of it is true
Voice through a hospital, but keep your body cured
An engine of ambulance, a little hint of death
Blood-red reunion, only thing that last
Human potential movement, it's killing me
We can't unite around any day
Torn from your tongue, what is done?
Hospital voices I hear, ascend
Angel from what you wear hallo with a hair
The black horse, the prince, die anywhere
Put your hands and raise your fist
Choose your wishes wisely, the mythical beast