Natalie Imbruglia - Torn
Torn (Psycho Version)
I thought I saw a man kill his wife,
She was cold,
She was bound,
She was sacrificed,
He showed me what it was to die.
Well you couldn't be that man with a Sword,
You let the blood flow,
It went everywhere,
Even splattered on the door,
Also pooled on the floor.
There's nothin' where she used to lie,
Her blood supply has run dry,
Her body bag's going on,
Zipped up tight,
It's torn.
I can see her face,
I'm trying hard to squeal,
I'm bound and I am chained,
Locked behind the secret door,
Trapped, tied and caged.
Make him a deal?
He's made a mistake and I can see her body bag it torn,
I can see her face,
Where it's torn.
So I guess my turn will be tonight,
I should've punched, should've kicked and put up a better fight,
But you crawled beneath my bed with chains,
And then pulled my hair,
Put me in a truck,
You evil psycho crazy f**k,
You're just so many things,
You will get court,
I'm sure.
There's nothin' saying I have to die,
My escape, I'm going to try,
I'm not putting that body bag on,
No, not tonight
I'm sure.
