Darling, stop confusing me,
with your wishful thinking.
Hopeful embraces,
Don't you understand?
Ihave to go through this,
I belong to care where no-one cares,
and no-one loves.
No light no air to live in,
a place called hate,
The City of Death.
I play dead,
It stops the hurting.
I play dead,
and the hurt stops.
Its sometimes just like sleeping,
curling up inside my private tortures.
I nestle into pain,
Hug suffering, caress every nerve
I play dead,
It stops the hurting. (
to fade )
with your wishful thinking.
Hopeful embraces,
Don't you understand?
Ihave to go through this,
I belong to care where no-one cares,
and no-one loves.
No light no air to live in,
a place called hate,
The City of Death.
I play dead,
It stops the hurting.
I play dead,
and the hurt stops.
Its sometimes just like sleeping,
curling up inside my private tortures.
I nestle into pain,
Hug suffering, caress every nerve
I play dead,
It stops the hurting. (
to fade )