Insular کے بول

I have knife deep in me, In the heart; in the hole; the breath of me. You only get the worst of me, Why can't it be the best of me? You are pressed upon your knees, In the mess; in the muck; the misery. You only need the best of me. Alone. Drained, by the memory Of such savagery, And for all the breadth of this land We are insular. I have voice deep in me, Hunting; hating; haunting me. You only hear the half of her, Why can't you hear the whole of her? She is banging on the door, Breaking; burning down your door. She only needs the worst of you. Alone. Drained, by the memory Of such savagery, And for all the breadth of this land We are insular.