This beating heart is yours to break.
Take your sacrifical knife and cut.
This lamb was born to slaughter
But I'm lying on your altar,
Stilll I stare at you
With big brown sheepy eyes.
I'd like to blow a kiss goodbye.
Can you help me?
But you pulled away…
So I kicked away my chains and
Threw a line out to the crowd
Shouting "Pull me in, please take me in…"
I'll try to understand.
I'll keep my questions in a can
And my hands inside my pocket –
If you like you can lock it.
I won't look you in the eye –
Will you help me?
But they pulled away…
And now I'm floating in a box without a window
So I try leaning on the wall but it crumbles.
So I stumble to the floor but it liquifies,
Transforms itself into nothing.
I want nothing.
Is that so very much to ask?
But she pulls away….