It won't work anymore, throw it away to get out of sight
It won't talk anymore, the voices that you keep on ignoring
It won't breathe anymore, the lungs that you've taken for granted
It won't live anymore, you've grown too old, tortured by freedom
Dwelling in a mine of failures,
You defend hope [bad word] Inhabited by inhibitions,
Resentment speaks louder than numbers withstand.
Then your resentment speaks louder than numbers withstand
As if nothing could ever shape the way you will
You take the brace and tie the knot around your waist
Trying to pull yourself out of the recovery room
Umbilical stutters a captivating wink
Only to infinity this ill-bleeding heart won't break
To infinity this bleeding heart will not break,
If you can stand being here.