作词 : Wilson
Waiting... to be born again
Wanting... the saddes kind of pain
Waiting for the day when I will crawl away
Nothing... is what I feel
Waiting... for the drugs to make it real
Waiting for the day when I will crawl away
Waiting... to be disciplined
Aching... for your nails across my skin
Waiting for the day when I will crawl...
Waiting for the day when I will crawl away