Theres a little child drowning in a pond
And you´d have me throw a blanket on
the surface of the water
even though she was your daughter
and watch just how helplessly she dies
for the sake of how it looks
cause it is like you have read in books
It is a symbol of the way you see this life
And if a savior came upon a tray of gold
you would insist that he had already been sold
even though you kew he hadn´t
You are afraid to trade the bad in
for a good you do not know
Like a certain generation
in a proud & headstrong nation
who expects God to dance whenever she plays the fife
And if you wanna talk in terms of the survival of the fittest
then take a look at the soul´s auction house & whose the highest bid is
You understand the fear of man
but you forgot about the fear of God
And to the bloody ransom
that makes an ugly soul turn handsome
you give a condescending nod
Theres a sense of desparation in your touch
and you say out loud you hate it very much
but you are addicted to your sadness
cause it creates the touch of madness
The kind you like inside your veins
Oh, why are you so hardened?
You know you could be pardoned
I guess you just will not let go of the reins
The lexicon of death is all you know
You feel suffocated by the falling snow
Cause you miss the beauty there
in the quiet holy air
and start looking for a desert you can roam
Your eyes too closed to see
the secret ministry
of the frost upon the window of your home
Oh, why are you so hardened?
You know you could be pardoned
and then you´d not feel so alone
You are not alone.
You are not alone.
You are not alone.
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