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….
