This isn't me any more, I need something to believe in If you think you've seen the last of me The flat line has come and gone But won't take me away I'm tortured By this dream I've manufactured From the inside out but it makes me stronger

You wanted to play the coldness follows This isn't a game your life I'll swallow You wanted to play but I already won 1 I love hurting you 2 I love your pain 4 is for the torture and 5 is for the shame 'Cause ever time you want it I get off on this game

Il y a des jours comme ça où rien ne va Enfermé dans ton mal-être Quand les anges pleurent au bord de ta fenêtre A se torturer la tête Si l'espoir meurt, pourra-t-il renaître? Regarde-moi brûler, quand s'éteint la lumière Écoute-moi crier aux portes de

Someone wake me I've become my darkest fear Nude and violated I raped the life from her body Lying dead the insects bite her pale skin My marks of torture Left on my daughter Body badly beaten My ropes and chains

I swear by Almighty God To tell the whole truth And nothing but the truth They torture all the women and children Then they've put the men to the gun 'cause across the human frontier Freedom's always on the run Guns guns a-shaking in terror

Il y a des jours comme ça où rien ne va Enfermé dans ton mal-être Quand les anges pleurent au bord de ta fenêtre A se torturer la tête Si l'espoir meurt, pourra-t-il renaître? Regarde-moi brûler, quand s'éteint la lumière Écoute-moi crier aux portes de

I torture you I'm just a sucker for pain Take my hand through the flames I'm a slave to your games I wanna chain you up I wanna tie you down Got me begging, begging, begging, begging, begging For more pain I been riding 'round the city with my squad

My heart turned black and then the sky turned gray! No she never called, I had something to say! I don't know much and I don't know how Why would she put me through such torture, I would have given my life for her, She was the one that knocked me over,

It's forcin' me so torture me please Torture me and torture me Torture me with sorcery It's what I know A vintage year for pop I hear The middle of the end is near All the leaves are turning brown The wind is pushing me around

This girl is on fire She's walking on fire Spirit of Marilyn callin' me, audibly Bawlin' she, said that she would never leave Continued to torture me Telling me to come with her Underneath my comforter And she brought a gun with her Pills and some rum