Iq
Through My Fingers
When the feeling takes me over, what else can I do but run?Through the corridors I follow, I shoot into oblivion;If you close your eyes and listen, you can hear the children play,I love it when their eyes are watching, I'll have it when they disobey.It's a different kind of loving, such a dirty rigmarole,But just in case there's no tomorrow, I'll bring fire from their souls;If you close your eyes and listen, you can hear the children shout,I hate it but I won't be happy till I've turned them inside out.All day long, here I go!All day long, all day!
From Letras Mania