You promised me good days * But all are like Sunday For my words to come out right * My evil needs your inside * To pierce me real through your eyes... Roll eyes Interlude You promised me good days * But all are like Sunday For my words to come out right * My evil needs your inside * To pierce me real through your eyes... Roll eyes * ----X--------X----| ----3--------0----| ----2--------0----| ----0--------2----| ----0--------3----| ----X--------0----|