Idioma Origen:
I touched your skin and you touched mine.
I lick your blood from your lips and i hear you cry.
Waiting for you
It's gettin' colder day by day - waiting for you
And there's nothing left to say - waiting for you
It seems like an neverending fight - waiting for you
Why can't you see the fear inside - waiting for you
You can't see the razorblades in my hand.
I can't see tears in your eyes
I like to torture you
and your're adiccted to my lust
Idioma Destino:
I touched your skin and you touched mine.
I lick your blood from your lips and i hear you cry.
Waiting for you
It's gettin' colder day by day - waiting for you
And there's nothing left to say - waiting for you
It seems like an neverending fight - waiting for you
Why can't you see the fear inside - waiting for you
You can't see the razorblades in my hand.
I can't see tears in your eyes
I like to torture you
and your're adiccted to my lust