Bellyache

Impotence, the price of a dark affair,
Its more than a bellyache,
Theres something alive in here.
What do I, what do I care now that its over,
What do I care I, what do i care now that its over.
Splinters...shatter my one track mind
I lie on a sea of nails and thorns
Spitting out the same old line.
Oh. what do I, what do I care now that its over,
What do I care I, what do I care now that its over.
Now you shoot me down,
Serenade my ears my heart im falling falling,
Echoing your sound.
Winters breath all fall down,
Spin me out and spin me round,
Enter darkness enter lies, oh no.
What do I, what do I care now that its over
What do I care I what do I care now that its over
Now you shoot me down, serenade my ears my heart
Im falling, falling, echoing your sound.