Primal, evil waht am I? Tongue-tied unti the day I die There's no love made with mermaids It's just distraction or so they say But I'm too tired to care about it Can't you see it in my face, my face When I feel this strange can I go through this again It's a sorry state you're getting in The same excuse is wearong thin There's no self control left in me What was not will never be But I'm too tired to care about it Can't you see it in my face, my face When I feel this strange can I go through this again