Текст песни Rack - Fyrce Muons

My time is Halloween
Stretched upon the rack
You put me there my dear
You put me flat on my back
And then you howled and said that you were through
Stretch out my arms like Jesus Christ
And break my bones in olden vice
On my head, you tell me I am dead to you
Hey it's really nice to feel like ice
Upon my back, on the rack
My time is Halloween
You took my eyes and shoved them in my spleen
Don't you come and see me that way
I said I'm sorry
I thought it was something
My time is Halloween
My time is Halloween
My time is Halloween
Why do I get life that you know?
Why do I just say that you go?
Why don't you go run away?
Why do I feel so forsaken?
Why my love is not for taking?
Why don't you just go hate me?