Текст песни Number Three

Do you want to see a light burn out, hand me a knife.
Set me on a table, grab each side and rip apart.
I feel much more alive when the pulse inside me is mechanical.
Emotion is a byproduct of weakness.
Pain is an art, one hundred shades of red spread across the floor.Abacabb - Number Three - http://ru.motolyrics.com/abacabb/number-three-lyrics.html
Your eyes could put air back into these lungs,
but my dreams have never come true.
Tomorrow there is no waking up.
That face is to die for.
I feel so much more alive when you are not