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...