N.I.L (Remastered)

So, so sick of the same things over

I'm immune to the things you say and do

And I'm tired of hanging around

Hanging out for the knife to push right through

Push it through

And time, and time, and time again

Quick here comes another

Won't you suck it in

And we play outside on a rainy day

You ask me in, so you can throw me away

New impotent life

We face the colour strike

New impotent life

We face the colour strike

I can't get it right

I can't get it right

So, so sick and I'm not getting better

I can't stop

Light me another one

Push me into the ground

Six feet under and still going down

I feel you against my skin

I rip myself open to let you in

And this right that we exercise

The bit’s in your teeth, the blood’s in your eyes

I've got no time to analyze it

As the speed picks up it melts your disguise

So alive, that you're killing me

It's the thrill that you get and it's killing me

And so begins the start of my new impotent life

New impotent life

We face the colour strike

New impotent life

We face the colour strike

I can't get it right

I can't get it right

I still can't get it right

I can't get it right

I can't get it right

Get it right

Get it right

Get it right

Get it right

Get it right

Get it right

Get it right

Get it right