Real Thing کے بول

Cracking under pressure violently Chaos eats away the best of me A former shadow of myself Porcelain doll, just an empty shell Bug in amber that can't be reached Choking on fear that stings like bleach Gimme the real thing Gimme the life Give me something deep Something straight Like a sharpened knife Gimme the real thing Give me the life Gimme a fresh start, Like a new born child Gimme the real thing I have no friends I'm always by myself I cannot pacify my shame and doubt Drained them dry And damned them all to hell I've no control or any will to stop Everything perfect just melts away I've got the touch like evil prey Talking pictures in black and white Spitting their venom back at mine Everything old is new again My only crime buried under cold skin In the quiet of my tiger's eye Cross my heart and hope to die