What I want from you is empty your head They say: „be true, don't stain your bed" We do what we need to be free And it leans on me like a rootless tree What I want from us is empty our minds We fake the farce, and fracture the times We go blind when we've needed to see And this leans on me, like a rootless... Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, and all we've been through I said leave it, leave it, leave it, there's nothing in you And did you hate me, hate me, hate me, then hate me so good That you can let me out, let me out, let me out Of this hell when you're around Let me out, let me out, let me out Hell when you're around Let me out, let me out, let me o__ut What I want from this is learn to let go I know not of you, of all that's been told Killers re-invent and believe And this leans on me, like a rootless... Of this hell when you're around