| A salty fist in my chest
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| Please no explanation, its your time to be angry now
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| Could I possibly be so selfish as to take that away?
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| To compare myself
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| I’m so miserably pathetic and helpless again
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| I’m so little lying next to you, in this cold sweat of mine
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| My sympathizing, however honest, still a belittlement
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| I can’t heal a thing
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| What god is responsible
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| I can only hold your hand
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| Live. |
| Dehydrated, nothing pacified
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| You can disassociate yourself
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| Tools of your trade, survival
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| It’s the only safe place left anymore
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| But can you tell me, are you here now?
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| Is my touch touching you, or that tool of yours?
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| I saved all the debt for you, you’re still in debt
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| You’re broken wings I have taken on to mend
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| And right now I’d do the same onto you if it would change a thing
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| If I could cripple your mind again
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| If it were my place
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| Grant her the wings, grant her the gift to cope
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| You leave her no choice than to steal her birthright
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| Children don’t cry tears of guilt for the sins of their predators |