Teksty:
Ministry The Dark Side Of The Spoon

What's lies, full moon and thoughts collide We look for answers in those catatonic, dying blood-shot eyes We ask if vermin are the ones that already learned

I need some help I need help I don't know who I am no more I gonna get some help Help me I like to apologize to all my wonderful fans For sticking by

's a brutal smell of death Well it's a brutal smell of death Well it's a brutal smell of death Well it's a brutal smell of death Saw my reflection in a spoon

and blood lust spoken but never shown With a seeming riddle or a puzzle Neither the brutal nor the timid could have known Deep down inside too dark to

I seem to find myself each time I run away Don't give me vivid in some yester body (selling) days ? Sometimes they reappear just like the sands of time

The moat in my eyes never bring me no sleep They just strap me inside with the demons I keep Gotta leave me alone gotta let it be lone Tired of living

I need help I need help I don't know who I am no more I'm gonna get some help Help me [Singing:] Step! Step, step it up baby! Got a question for you

Don't wanna hear your voice Don't really know if I have a choice Don't wanna be the one that makes you forget You're choking on the brain You're choking