Frankie Lane, he was singing Jezebel. I pinned an Iron Cross to my lapel. I walked up to the tallest and the blondest girl. I said, look, you don't know me now but very soon you will. So won't you let
These wounds have been revealed. (These wounds have been revealed). Clawin' through this wasteland No emotion lives, suffocate on hope. Swallow your last, rational thought. It taste of every heart