Is it thirteen?
Is it number ten?
1971
When life had just begun
Is it my brother?
Born in '79
My two-year daughter, or the one I left behind
They lie and smile insist
Better place wanted
I can feel your eyes, burning, in my mind
Expire
Dead
Running
Pulling
Plugging
Doing
Chastity
I promise not
In figure
Naked
Sweating
Bleeding
All forsaken
Promise
Nothing
Nothing
The ramblings of a madman
Poison
Words
Naked
Sweating
Nothing
Nothing
Poison
Nothing
They pull you out it's very intimate
To think they even make the time
All is not to be forgotten