| Song | It Is Written |
| Artist | In This Moment |
| Album | Blood At The Orpheum |
| Music fucks me, turning me inside out. | |
| Holds me from myself, suffocating all doubt. | |
| I’d starve for it, I’d die for it, I’d bleed for it | |
| No matter how. | |
| I’m a slave for music. | |
| Fuck me now. |
| Music fucks me, turning me inside out. | |
| Holds me from myself, suffocating all doubt. | |
| I' d starve for it, I' d die for it, I' d bleed for it | |
| No matter how. | |
| I' m a slave for music. | |
| Fuck me now. |