Letras: Heads. No Talking Just Head.

Give 'em no hope, no tenderness
No holiness, no sensitivity
No love, no heart
No imagination, no compassion

No talking just head, I cannot be dead
I will be in your head, you will be on your knees
You'll be beggin' me, "Please make it fucking stop"

No peace of mind, no serenity
No mercy mild, no divinity
You will give them no quarter
No inspiration, isolation

No talking just head, that's what I said
I will be in your head and you'll be down on your knees
Beggin' me, "Please"

Sometimes I feel, sometimes I feel
Like a motherfuckingless child

Grease it up good, work it back and forth
You don't even know who I am
Think of the good things, remember the bad
No illusions

No talking just head, I cannot be dead
When you pull the switch, I will be in your head
Greasin' it up good

No talking just head, you've been misled
I will be in your head, workin' it back and forth
Like I knew that I would

No tenderness, no compassion
No sensitivity, no love
No holiness, no spirituality
No imagination, no heart

No divinity, no charity
No mercy, no hope
No karma, no devotion
No immorality, no soul

No talking just head, I cannot be dead!
I will be in your head, you will be down on your knees
And you'll be beggin' me, "Please make it fucking stop"