Paroles
I'm a whore and I'm feeling sorry for myself
In your arms I am drowning like the child I was
I need more, can you help me?
Feed my sin, come and kill me
It's calling
Calling
Calling
Calling me
Endless skies falling freely down upon my head
So much for hopeless dreaming, frustration settles in
I need more, can you help me?
Feed my sin, come and kill me
It's calling
Calling
Calling
Calling me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Bob Benish, Chester Bennington, Mace Beyers, Peter Anthony Nappi, Sean C. Dowdell
CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group