Pantera
Текст песни 10's

My skin is cold, transfusion with somebody morose andOld, drop
into fruitless dyingIt was tempting and bared, the whoring angel
risingNow burning prayers, my silent time of losing
Chorus:My foes - they can't destroy my bodyColliding slow, like life itself
Long for the blur, we cannot dry much longerCement to dirt, disgusted
with my cheapness
Chorus
Reaching down, staring up (at the forgiver)