Оригинален текст
Scrape this, seal it, numb it to perfection
A mere sportfuck, but whose to blame?
Persistence, nurtured by hatred
Time take, a loss to be dealt with
Sin sold cheap, a resurrected image
Resurrected dreams of hope, constant interruptions
Constant desire, a breastfed addiction
To cope with misunderstanding and lust
My tears will say more than my words ever will
Hold this within your own; help me make it numb