Subconciously dreaming Seeing him sigh I awake to a start From the stain of the morning Throwing memories in my eyes The death of a life The lack of love in me Feeling his knife Now I'll never be more than one of his amputees.
Learning to listen We prepare our ears Can you hear shouting? As they all yell I wake to their cries Acknowledging my own Remembering my sadness Do I feel tears?
Tied to our hope We live for the alternative Pretending to move We stand starved and stubborn Unwelcoming the change Defying composure And laying it all on the line With the true self's exposure.
Left tortured, tempted by love We fall for the forbidden Massaging the pain Living for the lies Ignoring old warnings Refusing to recognize What was the demonstration of our demise.