The sky is grey, doming my head A beauty here to see and mourn "Son," you say, "soon you will see The pressure in your heart to lie" I know this empty feeling I don't know what full is I know that I am weakening I don't know what strength is And if you have the answers for me, Would you treat me fair? I know what you are stealing I don't know what free is The blood I drain, scolding my skin Your cry I feel again once more Now I say, "I know you see... The pressure in my heart to die" I know this empty feeling I don't know what full is I know that I am weakening I don't know what strength is And if you have the answers for me, Would you treat me fair? I know what you are stealing I don't know what free is