(written by J.Casters, P.Vandormael)
Nobody taught me to gratify the senses.
Nobody taught me to put my feelings into words.
Nobody taught me to speak out what I feel.
Nobody taught me to gratify the senses.
I want tou hear you breathing when I die.
There is nothing in my life I want to do over again except this one thing.
I burn my memory I have no nostalgia.
I have lost everything except one thing.
R. Look for me while I am here.(2)
I object I object I am not an object.
I walk against the grain I wait I hate.
I use abusive language I beat I curse.
I am alone I warn I sing a song.
I am afraid I free myself.
I am caught again I look and listen.
They are afraid of me.
They don't understand what I mean to say.
They do not understand what I mean to say.
I am lost in thought.
I am lost...
by Patrik Kruse & David Hulet. |
14/10/2008 |