Sickness - Linkin Park (林肯公园)
I'm a whore
Like I'm feeling
Sorry for myself
In your arms
I'm drawning
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 up on my head
So much for
Hopless 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-e-e-e-e