Tekstovi I Pesme

I suffer from a tumor
Here inside my chest
I gotta lay to rest
A strange kind of humor
The grin on your face
Soon leaves without a trace

Now IÂ?m out of love
Noone can fill this heart of mine
I ran out of love
Now IÂ?m out of

Put an end to yourself
And youÂ?ll be closer

The world is but a tumor
The cold light of day
WonÂ?t turn the night away
HumanityÂ?s a rumor
Unless my soul reacts
The whole world my collapse

Now IÂ?m out of love
Noone can heat this heart of mine
IÂ?ve run out of love
Now IÂ?m out of