Слова песни My Life With the Thrill Kill Kult — Ocean of Hate

It's dark, it's late.
Too many chemicals, she can't get straight.
Black heart, no faith.
Drowning like a drunk in an Ocean Of Hate.

Don't drag me down to the bottom of your sea.
Don't suck my soul with your vile misery.
I won't bite in to your bittersweet meat.
It's time for your breakdown.
Your ritual breakdown.
It's time for a breakdown.
So why don't you breakdown?

Yeah, yeah it's time for a breakdown.
A virtual breakdown.
It's time for a breakdown,
So why don't you breakdown?

She can't get straight.
It's dark, it's late...
Drowning like a drunk in an Ocean Of Hate...