I wanna taste you, feel you, make you hurt   I wanna taste your second skin, you're my sin   I wana get to know you inside and out   all I feel is the past, that is hunting us down      collecting memories   like pictures out of a book   i can't reach it, it's out of my range   there is nothing that makes any sense   existence, no sense, only denial      resist, refuse, remove, replace   memory overdrive      I thought I had it under control   despite the poison in my head   I thought I finally found my peace   collecting memories