EVERY STRIKE THAT YOU ALWAYS TALK ABOUT

A PRICE OF BLOOD AND PAIN RIGHT BY MY SIDE

GOT TO PUT YOUR HAND BACK SLOW AND SPEACHLESSLY

WHAT YOU FEEL AND HEARD THAT… TASTE MY TEARS

PRETTY SICK FOR LINES WORDS FROM THIS MOUTH

JUST ABUSE ME WITH A POISON BY MY SIDE

MY PAIN SO GROWSE AND I GOT YOU TO TIDE UP

WHAT YOU WILL MIGHT FOUND THAT…

BENT…DOWN… WHAT RIGHT ON YOU BURN THINGS TO YOU

MELT…DOWN…..ALL YOUR STORY BURN TO ASHES

IN EVERY CORNER CONCSCIOUS WHAT TO START

READ MY LIPS AND YOU'LL FIND OUT WHAT WAS NOT

LEAD ME TO YOUR PRECIOUS LULLABY

PAINT OUR DREAM YOU'LL REALISE….WHAT TO SHOW

I KNEW YOU'LL FIND FOR LOVING ME ANYWAY

ON MY KNEES I ALWAYS START EVERYTHING WITH PRAY

KISS MY LIPS AND I RAISE MY OPEN ARMS

TASTE THIS WORDS IS SOMETHING THAT RAISING UP FROM INSIDE

SO SCARE BABE, I'M PARANOID, WE NEVER SPENT OUR NEW YEAR NIGHT

TOGETHER , NEVER HOLD OUR HAND EACH OTHER, NO MORE CRY NOW

ALREADY FIND MY LESSON NOW YOU SLAP ME IN THE FACE

I'M TOO SCARED WHEN YOU'RE AROUND

EVERY STRIKE THAT YOU ALWAYS TALK ABOUT

A PRICE OF BLOOD AND PAIN RIGHT BY MY SIDE

GOT TO PUT YOUR HAND BACK SLOW AND SPEACHLESSLY

WHAT YOU FEEL AND HEAR THAT TASTE MY TORN------