Testo di Wounded Paw

I can't find the way back And what was familiar seems abstract Did I cringe on your approach, unwelcome guest? (You're welcome now) Every intrusion needs a host, Every whisper needs your breath (To carry a secret) But I never appointed you this post, I don't want you to direct How can you know what's right for me? I never had the chance to speak How can you know what's right for me? I never had the chance to speak "but no one cares about what you've got to say" A red line, a mishap Another town to avoid on the road map Then you chose a length of rope instead of asking for a hand (and everything will have it's end) The more that gets explained all the less I understand No you don't do what's right for me when the objective is to keep us weak No you don't do what's right for me when the objective is to keep us weak