Concentrate

by Baine Willows   Aug 13, 2008


So focused on the pull of breath
No air left in the world
Oh lust, Oh hatred
Mournful Rapture
To all the boys and girls

This ache inside behind the heart
Beyond the bones
I've never known
How little care is paid to pain
So hard to overthrow

Oh lust, Oh hatred
Mournful Rapture
Take it all away
Oh lust, Oh hatred
Mournful Rapture
Just give me one more day

I swear that I will behave you, pain
Don't fall upon me yet again
The lies that once would pass my lips
Fall shorter through my lack of breath
My burning legs and icy eyes
They take the world you try to hide
Ever clear

Oh lust, Oh hatred
Mournful Rapture
Take it all away
Oh lust, Oh hatred
Mournful Rapture
Just give me one more day

I hear your voice
It's in my ear
You speak for me, alone
Demanding things
So far beyond
I never could atone

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