Through My Fingers (menel)

When the feeling takes me over, what else can I do but run?

Through the corridors I follow, I shoot into oblivion;

If you close your eyes and listen, you can hear the children play,

I love it when their eyes are watching, I'll have it when they disobey.

It's a different kind of loving, such a dirty rigmarole,

But just in case there's no tomorrow, I'll bring fire from their souls;

If you close your eyes and listen, you can hear the children shout,

I hate it but I won't be happy till I've turned them inside out.

All day long, here I go!

All day long, all day!