| It is not how you think it is
|
| Believe in me
|
| No, strangled yet released
|
| Of all your victims, you had to choose me
|
| You stole my glow, you stole my all…
|
| But turn your back once more and you’ll regret it forevermore
|
| They are the victims, not you
|
| That’s why I released you
|
| You stole my glow to a crime that’s the way of living
|
| To give and take, without break, like a flower needs water
|
| No, strangled yet released
|
| Of all your victims, you had to choose me
|
| Strange it seems, that in all my clearness
|
| I was unable to foresee the thing that should not grow in me
|
| Don’t know how to love, before you have hated
|
| Don’t know how to give, before you have taken
|
| And if you heard the story of my tears, you would be understanding
|
| Strange it seems, that in all my clearness
|
| I was unable to foresee the thing that should not grow in me
|
| Now take aim at the centre, for you to understand
|
| Just how much I ache to release the trace of anger inside of me
|
| And you’ll never feel strangled again
|
| Just heading forward with your all and everything…
|
| Yes, released at last!
|
| Of all your victims, you still did choose me
|
| Release your fears, release yourself!
|
| 'Cause then and only then you’ll be my all and everything
|
| And you’ll never feel strangled again
|
| Just heading forward with your all and everything… |