Is this real or is it a dream?
I can`t seem to tell the difference any more
Caught between needing and the need to be real
Your open arms gaping like a busted sore
I turn and burn my back like a rack
Your tourniquet twists me, dangerous red
I breath in the air, it`s pavement grey
It shrinks my skin and I`ve done nothing wrong
I drop to my knees and work my skin
I feel this life pumping right through me
Love and death die on the dirty floor
Your upturned face doesn`t even see
This is all I`ll ever have
It`s cos I don`t know what I want
But something`s inside, something`s inside
Something`s inside, but I`ve done nothing wrong
They`ll make a film
Ask me the question
I have the pleasure
My voice is nothing
My thoughts are nothing
In many respects I`m like you
Nothing