I heard you calling out my name...

I walk the streets of this graveyard -- slavery
‚till death is smiling -- an insane sanctity
can't buy me something to love -- the need is great
can't buy me something that kills the pain in me...

I shrink, I shrink from you...
I feel it's coming my way

I can't remember the days, they pass me by
Can't keep on walking, I heed away from this
Can't hear you talking, but what I get is this:

I shrink, I shrink from you...
I feel how it's coming your way

I shrink, I shrink from you...
I feel it's coming my way