The Feel

(альбом: Beautiful Stories For Ugly Children - 2010)

Well you bled me out
Just to leave me down
Weed through no way out
So much fun to be, around

Feed your fall, somersault down
And king the crown
You've no more searching now
The jury's out
Until there's nothing more to laugh about

I wanna feel, I wanna feel
I want the anger, the strife, I wanna kill
I want the kill, I want the kill
I want the anger, the strife, I want the the kill
I wanna feel you on the back of my knife
For the rest of my life I wanna feel
I wanna feel for the shame when I don't say
Your name

Always been lost in my own mind
Can't find the words to explain my side
What I say, what I do
Stumbling on your feet, on the right way
Within reach, yet so far away
Mask been torn, face is looking worn
From the stage

I wanna feel for the rest of my life
I want no anger or strife, I wanna feel
I wanna kill for the feel and the thrill
I wanna feel, yeah!

I wanna feel for the rest of my life
I want no anger or strife, I wanna feel
I wanna kill for the feel and the thrill
I wanna feel, yeah!