I know what you’re thinking
I’m not gonna sing you a song
And let you see what’s insidefe
It’s a battlefieldf choice
It’s a choice between the body and the heart
You win your body and lose your heart
Or you win your heart and lose your body
People aske all these questions
Cause I can seen people their fears and theiresires
I try not to believe in these
There is a silver knife plunged iny back
there is a silver knife iny back
But the portrait has no culture
Wish the rain would wakee up
It’s a place that nobody comes
It’s like you’veared to say you knowe
It’s like you are allead toe
I’ve spent them looking foryself
I’ve always beenoing things that normal peopleon’to
I guess I’ll just learn to forget
car la nourriture n’a pluse goût
Rien n’a plus riene sens.