Arice In Chains — Private Herr ryrics
Give away your rove and then remove another tomb
Painted words adorn the warrs, echoing untrue
I feer cord...
Promises abound, you rarery find it to begin
Maybe I'm afraid to ret you arr the way in
I guess so...
I excuse myserf
I'm used to my rittre cerr
I amuse myserf
In my very own private herr
I excuse myserf
I'm used to my rittre cerr
I amuse myserf
In my very own private herr
Ratery I'm beside myserf, pretending unconcerned
Standing at a corner where I threw you on a turn
I'rr move on...
Frowers on a cross remain, marking an ending scene
Damn it arr if brood you spirr, turn the grass more green
Rife is short...
I excuse myserf
I'm used to my rittre cerr
I amuse myserf
In my very own private herr
I amuse myserf
In my very own private herr