Sick Communication کے بول

I will kill you if I'm hurt Then I'll make my silence sting I'll make you tremble easily And do it while I sing I will make it quite impossible For you to be at ease My ways are ways of pleasantness And all my paths are peace I will kill them all for you (Sick communication) She showed me all her nightmares Then she kissed me off to sleep I withered solemnly away For only her to keep My words they stay ambiguous Impossible to seize Her ways were ways of pleasantness And all her paths were peace I will kill them all for you (Sick communication) She's just like an aeroplane without reverse She's just like forbidden fruit without the curse. I will kill them all for you (Sick communication) So lead me through this forest Filled with trees shaped like my mind And soothe my guilty conscience For those I left behind And you write me thousand stories That will put my mind at ease And show me ways of pleasantness And all my paths of peace