A cry for help, a hint of anaesthesia. The sound from broken homes, we used to always meet here. As he lays asleep, she takes him in her arms. Some things I have to do, but I don't mean you harm.
This is why events unnerve me,. They find it all, a different story,. Notice whom for wheels are turning,. Turn again and turn towards this time,. All she ask's the strength to hold me,.
Forced by the pressure. The territories marked. No longer the pleasure. Oh, I've since lost the heart. . Corrupted from memory. No longer the power. It's creeping up slowly.