Can you see my broken hands?
Let me hold you take a big breath, but don't speak aloud.
Just salt the wounds.

Can you see the shape of the sun, turning off?
Lay out, another program with a different kind of passion, anesthetize my mind with two packs of cigarettes and I, I'll be sited before the fall. Redefine your world. Can I deserve another beer for my nerves? So I can see my future clear day by day. Let me blast my wondering life for to see my future steps one by one.
Lay out another program with a different kind of passion, anesthetize my mind with two packs of cigarettes and I, I'll be ready before the fall without negative things and empty hands. So you're the devil, I beg your pardon but this isn't my turn to sink in a bigger hole, than this. Cringe. This is not our turn, godfather show me the way, oh god show me the way.

You hear that motherland call. You've read all the prodigal pages. You hear that heart apart. Come togheter in circles. Point the dot.
Color blind. Force feeding my soul, I can't see my flesh but I can see by bones.