Στοίχοι: Hot Water Music. Fuel For The Hate Game. The Sleeping Fan.

run motor run the motor run spinning rotation the spinning rotation and finding the rhythms the motion the aspirin you could wake me up with silence and i could lose all control cause i said that i can't that i'd stay and i'd never change i had the rock but i lost it it's broken and i spent everything i had and i gave everything i could to you and i left myself with nothing but a burning mess i'm broken on the inside so turn the crack-down on me i can't sleep alone (it's all right) it just don't feel right anymore (i'll get by) it's myself that i've lost track of now (if i have to i'll fight) it's inside so turn the crack-down grind my teeth say a prayer breathe as deep as i can cause i need air i can't dissolve control where does this fit in with anything and what's changing don't figure the outcome there's no sure pinpointing i know that i'm not in defense of admitting defeat i feel that there's nowhere to go and that's the problem are you friend or foe