| Song | Brutal and Effective |
| Artist | Doro |
| Album | Love Me in Black |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Harry, Pesch | |
| Am i still innocent | |
| Where is my self control | |
| Every other part of me feels empty | |
| This isn't fun this is necessary | |
| You're my machine gun | |
| Pointed straight at my bed | |
| Tearing the sheets apart | |
| The love we have's defective | |
| You're my confusion | |
| Running loose in my head | |
| You turn me inside out | |
| Brutal and effective | |
| You wear my innocence | |
| Like a cheap hotel robe | |
| You're touch is cold end empty | |
| This isn't fun this is necessary | |
| You're my machine gun | |
| Pointed straight at my bed | |
| Tearing the sheets apart | |
| The love we have's defective | |
| You're my confusion | |
| Running loose in my head | |
| You turn me inside out | |
| Brutal and effective | |
| You suck my soul away | |
| My nails tear deep into your flesh | |
| And pull you closer away from me | |
| This isn't fun this is necessary | |
| You're my machine gun | |
| Pointed straight at my bed | |
| Tearing the sheets apart | |
| The love we have's defective | |
| You're my confusion | |
| Running loose in my head | |
| You turn me inside out | |
| Brutal and effective |
| zuo qu : Harry, Pesch | |
| Am i still innocent | |
| Where is my self control | |
| Every other part of me feels empty | |
| This isn' t fun this is necessary | |
| You' re my machine gun | |
| Pointed straight at my bed | |
| Tearing the sheets apart | |
| The love we have' s defective | |
| You' re my confusion | |
| Running loose in my head | |
| You turn me inside out | |
| Brutal and effective | |
| You wear my innocence | |
| Like a cheap hotel robe | |
| You' re touch is cold end empty | |
| This isn' t fun this is necessary | |
| You' re my machine gun | |
| Pointed straight at my bed | |
| Tearing the sheets apart | |
| The love we have' s defective | |
| You' re my confusion | |
| Running loose in my head | |
| You turn me inside out | |
| Brutal and effective | |
| You suck my soul away | |
| My nails tear deep into your flesh | |
| And pull you closer away from me | |
| This isn' t fun this is necessary | |
| You' re my machine gun | |
| Pointed straight at my bed | |
| Tearing the sheets apart | |
| The love we have' s defective | |
| You' re my confusion | |
| Running loose in my head | |
| You turn me inside out | |
| Brutal and effective |
| zuò qǔ : Harry, Pesch | |
| Am i still innocent | |
| Where is my self control | |
| Every other part of me feels empty | |
| This isn' t fun this is necessary | |
| You' re my machine gun | |
| Pointed straight at my bed | |
| Tearing the sheets apart | |
| The love we have' s defective | |
| You' re my confusion | |
| Running loose in my head | |
| You turn me inside out | |
| Brutal and effective | |
| You wear my innocence | |
| Like a cheap hotel robe | |
| You' re touch is cold end empty | |
| This isn' t fun this is necessary | |
| You' re my machine gun | |
| Pointed straight at my bed | |
| Tearing the sheets apart | |
| The love we have' s defective | |
| You' re my confusion | |
| Running loose in my head | |
| You turn me inside out | |
| Brutal and effective | |
| You suck my soul away | |
| My nails tear deep into your flesh | |
| And pull you closer away from me | |
| This isn' t fun this is necessary | |
| You' re my machine gun | |
| Pointed straight at my bed | |
| Tearing the sheets apart | |
| The love we have' s defective | |
| You' re my confusion | |
| Running loose in my head | |
| You turn me inside out | |
| Brutal and effective |