Tekst:
The Fall Of Troy Manipulator

: Light up the moon, Scratching and burning, Pieces of you. Something is bigger and brighter (On the other side!) Put down your books, Pick up your lighters

: Waiting on my confidence To feel the knife run through Tear you down and leave you here Cast your fears aside She was nothing more than a game to

a sledgehammer. Could it be much worse? (It gets much worse!) Nothing will compensate, accept the pain. Thread the needle sew your fucking mouth shut! TALK NOW!.. Manipulator

: You're gonna forget your mind. Lock down. Stay undefined! Take your time! Swallow the gun, take a shot, let it rot in your stomach. Constantly stumbling

: Do da da, I've said to much. It always seems like I do. All because, people don't learn. They'd much rather teach the truth. A better kept secret

: The turn of the century, that's turning out wrong. No matter what words they say, you can rest assured. The stinging wind, surrounding is. Pulling

Break yourself, not coming out of this foolish game. What could I have said? If you're uncomfortable, baby please tell me. Point me to the right place

Light up the moon, Scratching and burning, Pieces of you. Something is bigger and brighter (On the other side!) Put down your books, Pick up your lighters

The turn of the century, that's turning out wrong. No matter what words they say, you can rest assured. The stinging wind, surrounding is. Pulling strings