One is looking away Another has walked far astray The flock is gasping their laugh
They seem to believe Their petty hearts are not black holes I see a penny's worth of heart
To bathe them in The very same nightmare I drown
To bleed the words That cut like razor blades And sing
Show me the truly strong Who needs to mirror his strength In the broken The daily charade Of portioned out compassion Who dares to know himself in another
To tie a gallows rope Of mockery and spite For the dawn
To breath the air Of night, of rain Of solitudeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.