Текст песни:

Soaked in blood, only to be sterilized.
Served alive, I want to be traumatized.

Don′t tell, don′t tell.
Keep this in your locket.

Soaked in blood, only to be sterilized.
Served alive, I want to be traumatized.

Wade in the water.
Careful for sharks.
Wade in the water.
But not for too long.

The pain is deep and wide.
Cannot esape from the lives we have made.
Where are we now?
I′m starting to forget just what it was you said exactly.
The love is gone,
only to spawn
Disastrous memories.

I′m starting to forget.
I′m trying to hold on.

Soaked in blood, only to be sterilized.
Served alive, I want to be traumatized.

@ Drop Dead, Gorgeous

Текст песни:

I′ll be your Romeo. You′ll be my Juliet.
You′ll be so beautiful, So charming.
Lying dead in my room.
I lost touch with my hand, and the knife in your back.
Short story, this tragic ending,
The missing link in the chain of events,
That have occurred gravely throughout the years.
You will not die with me.

@ Drop Dead, Gorgeous

Текст песни:

Nothing′s the same,
Fading away,
Fading away.
Nothing′s the same,
Fading away,
Fading away.
Nothing′s the same,
Fading away,
Fading away.
Nothing′s the same,
Fading away,
Fading away.

You′ve been worn,
You′ve been worn,
You′ve been warned for the last time.
You′ve been worn,
You′ve been worn,
You′ve been warned for the last time.
You′ve been worn,
You′ve been worn,
You′ve been warned for the last time.
You′ve been worn,
You′ve been worn,
You′ve been warned for the last time.

Don′t it hurt?
Don′t it hurt?
Don′t it hurt?
Don′t it hurt?
Honey, you′re playing with matches.
Honey, you′re playing with matches.
Honey, you′re playing with matches.
Honey, you′re playing with matches.

It′s not time to go
(it′s something in your eyes)
You can′t take it slow
(it′s something in the wine)
You taste like something′s wrong.
"Darling, tell me, is something wrong?"

Turn, turn the wheels of horror
You′ll hang for what you′ve done
I′ve failed to recognize my hand as part of the problem.

I′ll watch you fall from this balcony
Like a chandelier from the sixth story.
The concrete will stain from the blood which you paint.
A poet you′ve lived, now an artist you′ll die.
I′ll watch you fall from this balcony
Like a chandelier from the sixth story.
The concrete will stain from the blood which you paint.
A poet you′ve lived, now an artist you′ll die.

It′s not time to go
(it′s something in your eyes)
You can′t take it slow
(it′s something in the wine)
You taste like something′s wrong.
"Darling, tell me, is something wrong?"

Turn, turn the wheels of horror
You′ll hang for what you′ve done
I′ve failed to recognize my hand as part of the problem.

@ Drop Dead, Gorgeous