And then I found how to be what you want 
When I was out looking for something new 
Digging too deep 
And now it's too late 
We just keep on 
Breaking the same old ground 
So you think that I asked for this 
Well, let me show you 
What I think of your lips 
And you think that I asked for this [bad word] on, 
Use your fist 
And then I found how to be what you want 
When I was out looking for something new 
Digging too deep 
And now it's too late 
We just keep on 
Breaking the same old ground 
So you think that I asked for this 
Well, let me show you 
What I think of your lips 
And you think that I asked for this [bad word] on, 
Use your fist 
When I found how to be what you want 
I was looking for something new 
Digging too deep 
Now it's too late 
We just keep on 
Breaking the same old ground 
Breaking the same old ground 
Shhhhhh. . . 
Shhhhhh. . . 
I am owned by death 
And 
I'm in love with oblivion 
 am owned by death 
And 
I'm in love with oblivion