Texty: Sinai Beach. Candice.

She grabs me, takes me to the bed once more
I?m just a baby, but she?s done it all before
Taken advantage of an [incomprehensible] year old, raped his innocence
And what for? Power

Well, I hope you got your score
Well, I hope you got your score
You ruined me, my physical communication
To other beings
My overall sense of feeling

I wish I could cut your memories from my brain
They haunt me, isolating me, infecting me with fear

A fear of a touch and fear of women
Didn't you think that you would turn me
Into a man that?s afraid of a touch?
It?s just skin against skin
But it freezes me from within, from within

This English burdened tongue
Cannot express how plagued I feel
The slightest touch brings me
Back to her lust, to her lust

To her perverseness
Dear God, take this away
Dear God, take this away