primal, evil what am i?
tongue-tied unti the day i die
there´s no love made with mermaids
it´s just distraction or so they say

(chorus)
but i´m too tired to care about it
can´t you see it in my face, my face
when i feel this strange can i go through this again

it´s a sorry state you´re gettting in
the same excuse is wearing thin
there´s no self control left in me
what was not will never be

chorus