What a cruel sensation
To feel the shape of bones beneath your aging skin
Your naked emotion
Meets with the fear -now will you give in?
You may hold your life
In these fleshless hands -there may not be more
What a wrong decision
To dig into the nature of what you adore
And there is sweetness in the thoughts familiar
In any book of any capable dreamer lying buried below
There is beauty in the feeble killer
Inside the drugs that make you shiver, tender, out of nothing at all
You may fool your mind
All of the time -now will you ignore
This cruel sensation
And all those shameful years
To feel the shape of bones beneath your aging skin
Your naked emotion
Meets with the fear -now will you give in?
You may hold your life
In these fleshless hands -there may not be more
What a wrong decision
To dig into the nature of what you adore
And there is sweetness in the thoughts familiar
In any book of any capable dreamer lying buried below
There is beauty in the feeble killer
Inside the drugs that make you shiver, tender, out of nothing at all
You may fool your mind
All of the time -now will you ignore
This cruel sensation
And all those shameful years