I walk the streets of this graveyard -- slavery ‚till death is smiling -- an insane sanctity can't buy me something to love -- the need is great can't buy me something that kills the pain in me...
I shrink, I shrink from you... I feel it's coming my way
I can't remember the days, they pass me by Can't keep on walking, I heed away from this Can't hear you talking, but what I get is this:
I shrink, I shrink from you... I feel how it's coming your way
I shrink, I shrink from you... I feel it's coming my way
