Testo di Rotten

She comes tonight Hoping that all is forgotten She's on my side Knowing that inside I'm rotten I can't make her understand That all is supported in cost of contempt I can't listen closely The luck is intended but she won't be able to see She comes tonight Holding my hand when I'm breathless Pretending to fight When all that we've got remains senseless She can't sense the urgency That all is perverted except our belief We know it will cut too deep I'm sure that we face it in all of its purity.