Amity

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 brake 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, you climb 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 brake it


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