He worries
No more than he
Necessarily needs
To fill his void.
As big as space
Never ending thrill
He meets his will
By choosing hate.(Why choosing?)
(Why choosing?)
Need us to smile too?
Alright...
Struggling to prevail
Foretaste
The aftermath
Which will be black
As black as rage
(Why choosing?)
We'll throw in an extra dance
For just a little over 5 pence
(Why choosing?)
Need us to smile too? Oh,
Alright...(Why choosing?)
You'll turn our limo into a hearse
Weighing just enough to run it over your curse
(Why choosing?)
Need us to smile too?
You lie, you lie, you lie...
Why choosing?
Why choosing?
Alright...(Why choosing?)
We'll throw in an extra dance
For just a little over 5 pence
(Why choosing?)
Need us to smile too?
Alright...(Why choosing?)
You'll turn our limo into a hearse
Weighing just enough to run it over your curse
(Why choosing?)
Need us to smile too?
[Anneke van Giersbergen]