Eyes wide shut and I still feel the needle in my back
Cutting through my veins and spirit making me relapse
I can't tell if i am leaving or just holding on
'Cause wicked games seeks wicked winners
Kick me 'til I drop
You silent my song
No fist is needed when you...
And you seek pain like it is pleasure
Like a work of art
When I'm your painting, I'm your treasure
Purest of them all
And call it love or call it murder
Kill me quietly
Go close the door and take it further
Where no man has been
You silent my song
No fist is needed when you...
Silent, oh silent, oh
Silent my song
You silent my song
No fist is needed when you...
