Tekster: Seether. Finding Beauty in Negative Spaces. Like Suicide.

Premeditation will kill the trust
They'll never know if you fear me
With every second collecting dust
I feel so bloated and weary

'Cause she belongs to heaven

She's coming over like a suicide
And it's the same old trip, the same old trip as before
Another complicating suicide
And it's the same old trip, the same old trip as before

He'll cut you down with a single thrust
She's taking over too quickly
No medication can cure the lost
So say a prayer for the sickly

'Cause she belongs to heaven

She's coming over like a suicide
And it's the same old trip, the same old trip as before
Another complicating suicide
And it's the same old trip, the same old trip as before, as before

You set me up to fucking fail this time
You set me up to fucking fail this time
You set me up to fucking fail this time
You set me up to fucking fail this time

You set me up to fucking fail this time
You set me up to fucking fail this time
You set me up to fucking fail this time
You set me up to fucking fail this time

She's coming over like a suicide
And it's the same old trip, the same old trip as before
Another over bearing suicide
And it's the same old trip, the same old trip

She's coming over wearing genocide
And it's the same old trip, the same old trip as before
Another complicating suicide
And it's the same old trip, the same old trip as before, as before