da impiedade

[...]

Everyday I love you less and less

I can't believe once you and me did sex

It makes me sick to think of you undressed

Since everyday I love you less and less

And everyday I love you less and less

You're turning into something I detest

And everybody says that your a mess

Since everyday I love you less and less

Unless, unless

I know, I feel it in my bones

I'm sick, I'm tired of staying in control

Oh yes, I feel a rat upon a wheel

I've got to no what's not and what is real

Oh yes I'm stressed,

I'm sorry I digressed

Impressed you're dressed to SOS

[...]

Keiser Chiefs, 2005