Tragedy >For You< - Front 242

With that skill that was hers alone

She drove her clutches into me I was dumbfounded

She was hungry

She required me entirely

All that’s left is here to remain

It’s a dull and cruel pain

That passes the ages unaltered

Her stamp is in my heart

I still feel disemboweled

I clearly retain

A blank

The void

The sore in my soul

The mark in my heart

Her acid reign

Hot sun, global fun

Needed action, start to run

And that voice that was hers alone

Still resounds in me She left me dislocated

Disavowed

And twitching

Her rhythm is in my heart

She inspired in me An acute sense of treachery