Re-invent yourself today Re-invent your world today Crying out for the last time There is no turning back now Don't use a weakness Don't change the subject Don't ask the questions if you fear the answer

I can’t deny, I’d die without this Make me feel like a god I’m addicted to this I must confess Shove your kiss straight through my chest Music, love and sex (Adrenalize me) I crave excess Turning wine into sweat dripping down my neck

I know it's true Blame it on my misplaced heart But what's the use I been losing time And it's a precious thing I don't watch my back much lately It's funny how I see, everything Twisted and turning in the breeze You made your mind up

Depression and obsession don't mix well Hollywood motels Hell, I think I'm just obsessed with you I'm poisoned and my body don't feel well I hate her, it's hard to love how I feel my stomach turning Make out hill, where we met We let our lips do all the

I think I'm still turning out You say I turned out fine I'm a little kid, and so are you Don't you go and grow up before I do I'm a little kid with so much doubt Do you want to be there to see how I turn out? But I'm confused Am I ready for love? Or

Every time that you get undressed I hear symphonies in my head Is it weird that I hear And the trumpets they go Yeah the trumpets they go Da da, da ra ra da, da, da Da, ra, ra, ra, da, da Trumpets when you’re turning me on? Turning me on

I can’t deny, I’d die without this Make me feel like a god I’m addicted to this I must confess Shove your kiss straight through my chest Music, love and sex (Adrenalize me) I crave excess Turning wine into sweat dripping down my neck

'Cause you've been running circles 'round My mind, turning me inside out And I fell for you but hit the ground 'Cause the only love I've known has let me Down and I need lifting up Now you ain't here I'm sleeping rough And I'm praying I can pray enough

Slit my wrists, take away the pain Slit my throat, everyone's to blame Lost in the fields of confusion Restless nights, they're not far away I came here for something and I'm not turning back A calm piece of mind but you still hold my keys Keeping my

For the victims of a longing The grave of our youth is up ahead And life has become a burden We move in circles of suppressed despair Waiting for the sun And turning stones to find evidence But it hides in the recesses of our hearts A written decree of