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behind the doors of my dark cell |
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i wounded my hands on these chains |
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i've been locked for so long |
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so please, come take me out |
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a lifetime of pain cuts my body like razorblades |
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oh, I have got some plans for you |
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come, let me out and play |
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i've got some plans for myself too |
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i just want to live free |
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give me just one good reason |
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why should I believe? |
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why does that way to heaven seem to be too far for me? |
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what have I done to deserve this? |
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how much pain can I take? |
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why is that door to my cage always locked from the outside? |
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oh, that chains, what a torture |
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loosen them only if, only for a moment |
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let that broken heart breathe |
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the more time that passes |
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the greater my suffering grows |
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i drag myself forwards |
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and around in a circle |
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so come on, breathe |
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my broken heart |