| Is this the voice you’ve been calling? |
| Dead girl wridden in despair. |
| Is this the pace you’ve been crawling? |
| So look at him, without care. |
| Out of all the girls, I most do touches. |
| I was bored, so I went down with you. |
| Why’d you go and get me going? |
| Then drinked me like a cup of tea. I’ll pick up drugs, they coarse through me. |
| Oh-oh. Of all the boys splashing out in the city. |
| Heaven was full so I went down with you. |
| I will pity you 'til you’re pretty. |
| What’s a love without some struggle, |
| You’re a slut, I stitch your knuckles up. |
| Out with all the corners. You’ve been cutting your teeth again. |
| No, I’m not scared. And I don’t know why |
| The beginning ends aware of |
| The end, the end of all the corners. |
| You’ve been cutting your teeth again. |
| Oh I’m not scared, And I don’t know why |
| The beginning ends aware of |
| The end, the end, the end. The doubt, again again again. |
| Began, the doubt, again again again. |