Amity Lyrics - The Gathering

The torture won't part you 

Motherly breast won't warm you 

You fail and foam from your mouth 

why is it so loud, this sound? 

All the sense your are capable of 

does not seem to save you 

You heed the glance of a smile 

Was it impossible to float for a while? 

Restless is carrying fever 

burning you to pieces 

In search and need of a friend 

Will I bow down to this in the end? 

I lay in the hands of my maker 

and I want to spend the rest of it awake 

Why do I get the feeling they'll break it 

It's a fight... it's a fight... 

The torture won't part you 

Mothers lap can't seem to warm you 

You strain, stand up and frown 

Why is it so loud, This down? 

All the sense you are capable of 

does not seem to save you 

You heed the glance of a smile 

Was it impossible to float for a while? 

I lay in the hands of my maker 

And I want to spend the rest of it awake 

Why do I get the feeling they'll break it 

It's a fight... it's a fight