Lyrics

The torture won't part you Motherly breast won't warm you You fail and foam from your mouth Why is it so loud, this sound? All the sense your're capable of Does not seem to save you You heed the glance of a smile Was it impossible to float for a while? Restless is carrying fever Burning you to pieces In search and need of a friend Will I bow down to this in the end? I lay in the hands of my maker And I want to spend the rest of it awake Why do I get the feeling they'll break it It's a fight It's a fight The torture won't part you Mother's lap can't seem to warm you You strain, sit down and frown Why is it so loud, this down? All the sense your're capable of Does not seem to save you You heed the glance of a smile Was it impossible to float for a while? I lay in the hands of my maker And I want to spend the rest of it awake Why do I get the feeling they'll break it It's a fight It's a fight I lay in the hands of my maker And I want to spend the rest of it awake Why do I get the feeling they'll break it It's a fight
Writer(s): Hugo Prinsen Geerlings, Rene C.f.j. Rutten, Hendrikus G J Hans Rutten, Anna Van Giersbergen, Franciscus T H M Fra Boeijen Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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