( Memories, my memories ) ( how long can you stay ) ( to haunt my days ) She came without a farthing A babe without a name So much ado 'bout nothing Is what she'd try to say So much ado my lover So...
Filthy whores, filthy priests All the creatures in between Broke my soul, deaf and cold With sunken eyes and fists of stone As we see the scenes in me In my heart and in my dreams Open mouth, twisted...