Texture of My Blood (исполнитель: Dillon)
LOCKED DOOR, FORGOTTEN KEY TONIGHT, OPEN UP FOR ME I AM RETURNING HOME WITHOUT THE SLIGHTEST HOPE NAKED AND ON MY KNEES LOOK AS IF YOU'RE PLEASED TO SEE ME RETURNING HOME PASS ME THAT SPARK OF HOPE LET YOU TASTE THE TEXTURE OF MY BLOOD LACKING IRON GATES TO MY HEART OPENED UP, THE RELIEF TIME [bad word] FOR YOU TO SEE WHERE [bad word] FROM WHAT I'VE [bad word] FROM I DON'T KNOW HOW ON EARTH WILL I EVER KNOW? GAZING THROUGH YOUR EYES I SAW [bad word] RIGHT AT YOU MY SUPERIOR VENA CAVA INFERIOR TO YOURS