In somewhere I have gone
In somewhere I have been
I'm under or beneath
Maybe a king
Maybe a slave
Eager for the same old things
That were never answered
The land on my shoulders
Will keep me breathing
My sick skin
On this senseless heat
On this suffocating winter
Can I see more than you?
My sick skin
On this senseless heat
On this suffocating winter
Can I see more than you?
I fill my questions with whispered lies
My senses are weak
My words are silent
My sick skin
On this senseless heat
On this suffocating winter
Can I see more than you?
My sick skin
On this senseless heat
On this suffocating winter
Can I see more than you?
The weight on my back
I don't feel it anymore
Am I really awake?
My eyes are still closed
Closed
My sick skin
On this senseless heat
On this suffocating winter