| Give in | |
| Go on and live in sin | |
| Give in | |
| Your ugly face always seems to win | |
| Give in | |
| That feeling goes under your skin | |
| It calls you from deep within | |
| I'm staring out of empty eyes | |
| Give in | |
| And let some reason in | |
| Give in | |
| The time have come for a new begin | |
| Give in | |
| The fever burns under your skin | |
| It haunts you deep within | |
| Don't listen to your empty lies | |
| Give in | |
| Go on and live in sin | |
| Give in | |
| Your ugly face always seems to win | |
| Give in | |
| That feeling goes under your skin | |
| It calls you from deep within | |
| I'm staring out of empty eyes |