Can you tell a rotten heart,
from lifesaving love,
when both of them wear the same white cloak?
Can you misread the screams,
when thats all that you can hear?
Can you count your blessings,
when you're busy fearing your destiny?
Can you tell a bastard child,
from bunch of naked eleven year olds?
When you have stripped yourself in front of someone,
from the inside and out
And you shed a million tears in the lap of a demon,
Silence
Discomfort
Emptiness and fear
Take you over
Then you hear the screams again
And you feel the filth over your bare body
I hope they don't see me like that
I am breathless tonight, or is it morning?
Is someone standing at the door?
I can hear them mourning
I think someone has died tonight
I think I am sure
Its just you and your broken plates
Its just you and your fate
