- Auteurs : Phil May, Dick Taylor
- Album : Rage Before Beauty (1999)
- Durée : 5 min 44 s
- Éditeur : Lupus Music
Paroles
Headin’ out of the scene, I went down to the tracks
Just a cry from the darkness, from a sky that was black
I was numb with confusion, totally out on my feet
And I saw me a strangers, I was pure dead meat
You torture me, you chill me to the bone
You torture me, you’re pure cold stone
I was sick and some solace when you gave me the key
Then you refused to forgive me, just forgot about me
You torture me, you chill me to the bone
You torture me, you’re pure cold stone
I was sick of the righteous that would loosen their grip
I was afraid of the slightness and the terminally sick
I was entombed in the silence, I was crushed by the wheels
I remember the violence, I can still taste the thrill
You torture me, you chill me to the bone
You torture me, you’re pure cold stone
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