The inevitable rot of pain Festering beneath her eyes A forced smile, forcing a laugh A little piece of her falls away
And all our pain inextricably linked To a thread of suffering without end
Beyond the sands an empire dies Beyond the sands madness infests
An empire hears her cries beyond the stars Beyond the sand her tears salt their tongue Drawn in by the scent of her wounds
Whispering to her, reality slips away Cooing in their ears with sweet-scented words
Promising relief she knows cannot be true A hand across her belly, reassuring
Exhausted by the weight of intimate pain Burdened by a loss felt across the stars To be vulnerable is a luxury They mistake for weakness
Like countless women who came before her The choices she makes are cruelly unfair
And yet she will make it Because no one else will
The inevitable rot of pain Festering beneath her eyes A forced smile, forcing a laugh A little piece of her falls away
All our pain inextricably linked Towering agony in ruinous fields Beyond the sands an empire dies Beyond the sands a cruel and quiet sacrificeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
