Now you've come back here to say you're sorry, but I just don't know who you're talking to. It could be the man I used to be, girl, but I've grown up and now I'm over you.
“No love for killer babies, my pain is written on your walls. Ohh, it's time I leave you now. Mama look what you made me, your locomotive killer calls. Ohh, I know you hear me now...”