What is this that I feel?
And what is this that I fear?
In these these arms that hold down
amongst the words that made
in these veils
From pressure to pain
I wish to stay away
In the measure I test with
your love for me
to shout against these walls
with hope that one will break free

what is this that
you keep sending me, boy?
I'm not gonna hold your hand anymore
You'll burn in hell
while they are digging you out

So picture this face
and burn it to flames
to shelter it at home
in your fire place
and all the memories will fade
in the flick of a flame
so i have a secret,
that no one should know,
that I shouldn't tell
but in both of the worlds
this one won't feel
this one won't leave me well

what is this shit
you keep sending me, boy?
you'll burn in hell while
they are digging you out
i'm not going to hold your hand anymore
you'll burn in hell

in the press of your lips
do you feel that you're still her
oh boy,
i'm eating my way back home
as father told son
in the make of his final mistake
should all the boys die?
die, at their side
at the brace of his knees?
but it holds none
with the mind
and a heart to come wise
then i will disguise
and dream of those dead
while i'm dipping my time

run little rabbit
go hide under the blades of that grass
run rabbit run

they should capture me
i'll hurt us both
breathe out through love
i'll find your cure

you know i'll kill

with the last breath
of those here
come scrambling down
to give her this last night
the love of your life

no one runs faster than you can
no one runs faster than you did
no one runs faster than you