Debris

(albüm: Black Light District - 2002)

Darling, baby
Don't say maybe
Disobey me, I'll be
Like a bad penny

I twist the truth
I love your youth
You're losing grip
Take a trip, you

You're going down
Going down
You're going down

Like fallen angel
I will mesmerise
You will paralyse

Framed in your game
Slowly fading
No one knowing
We are through

Count your blessing
Count to eighteen
Souls to perish
For a few stolen dream only

As we've walked down the ally
On the misty afternoon
No one looked back nor forward
The city walls felt distant
Never at our reach
We're sentenced to your world

You're going down
You're going down
You're going down
With me
You're going down with me

I will mesmerise
You will paralyse
Like fallen angel