Paroles de Iron

My words will singe your hair
They'll set your skin on fire
But I wouldn't waste my spit to
Put you out
Violence is not confined to
acts of physical abuse
I know how you love the ones who
dish it out to you

You need your space then don't knock on my door
I'm sitting in an empty room
And just because I come home alone
Doesn't mean I don't come home to you

If I could give you a million roses
And if I could strike an equal number of poses
Still I could never change your mind

A lump of iron moves from my throat
Into my heart and it takes over
I'm now a man of steel but
You're still my Achielle's Heel