[Björk cover]



Darling stop confusing me

With your wishful thinking

Hopeful embraces

Don't you understand?

I have to go through this

I belong to here, where

No one cares and no one loves

No light no air to live in

A place called hate

The city of fear



I play dead

It stops the hurting

I play dead

And hurting stops



It's sometimes just like sleeping

Curling up inside my private tortures

I nestle into pain

Hug suffering

Caress ever ache



I play dead

It stops the hurting