كلمات Amity

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 are 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 brake it It's a fight... It's a fight... The torture won't part you Mothers lap can't seem to warm you You strain, you climb up and frown Why is it so loud, this down? All the sense you are 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 brake 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 brake it It's a fight...