歌手:Disturbed
专辑:《The Lost Children》

Go on and wring my neck
Like when a rag gets wet
A little discipline
For my pet genius
My head is like a lettuce
Go on and dig your thumbs in
I cannot stop giving
I'm thirty-something

Sense of security

Like pockets jingling

Midlife crisis

Suck ingenuity
Down through the family tree

You're perfect, yes, it's true
But without me you're only you （you're only you）
Your menstruating heart

It ain't bleedin' enough for two

It's a midlife crisis

It's a midlife crisis...

What an inheritance
The salt and the Kleenex
Morbid self attention
Bending my pinky back
A little discipline
A donor by habit
A little discipline
Rent an opinion
Sense of security
Holding blunt instrument

I'm a perfectionist
And perfect is a skinned knee

You're perfect, yes, it's true

But without me you're only you

Your menstruating heart

It ain't bleeding enough for two

It's a midlife crisis...

It's a midlife crisis...

It's a midlife crisis...
You're perfect, yes, it's true

But without me you're only you

Your menstruating heart

It ain't bleeding enough for two

You're perfect, yes, it's true

But without me you're only you

Your menstruating heart

It ain't bleeding enough for two