There's a little child drowning in a pond And you would have me throw a blanket on the surface of the water even though she was your daughter and watch just how helplessly she dies for the sake of how it looks cause it's like you've read in books It's a symbol of the way you see this life And if a savior came upon a tray of gold you'd insist that he had already been sold even though you kew he hadn't You're afraid to trade the bad in for a good you don't know Like a certain generation in a proud and headstrong nation who expects God to dance whenever she plays the fife And if you want to talk in terms of the survival of the fittest then take a look at the soul's auction house and whose the highest bid is You understand the fear of man but you forgot about the fear of God And to the bloody ransom that makes an ugly soul turn handsome you give a condescending nod There's a sense of desparation in your touch and you say out loud you hate it very much but you're addicted to your sadness cause it creates the touch of madness The kind you like inside your veins Oh, why are you so hardened? You know you could be pardoned I guess you just will not let go of the reins The lexicon of death is all you know You feel suffocated by the falling snow Cause you miss the beauty there in the quiet holy air and start looking for a desert you can roam Your eyes too closed to see the secret ministry of the frost upon the window of your home Oh, why are you so hardened? You know you could be pardoned and then you would not feel so alone You're not alone. You're not alone. You're not alone. Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com