Текст песни Private Hell

Give away your love And then remove another tomb Painted words adorn the walls Echoing untrue (I feel cold) Promises abound You rarely find it to begin Maybe I'm afraid To let you all the way in (I guess so) I excuse myself I'm used to my little cell I amuse myself In my very own private hell Lately I'm beside myself Pretending unconcerned Standing at a corner Where I threw you on a turn (I move on) Flowers on a cross remain Mark an ending scene Damn it all if blood you spill Turn the grass more green (Life is short) I excuse myself I'm used to my little cell I amuse myself In my very own private hell