die in my hands
make me the victim of your soul
float in my play ground of holy sinners
and take your impurity

smile at the bystanders, that so joyfully
make you lose your way on this
merry-go-round

lonely in these words
suffercating in a globe of breathing,
people without a clue.
swim in my river of tears
and let me see you face your fears.
for you only think about yourself.

die in my hands
make me the victim of your soul
float in my playground of holy sinners
and take your impurity

i'm willing to sacrifice it all
but only to your day
i don't know what i'll do
i don't know what i'm going to say
if you turn around and never let me go.

for my emotions-robbing me
of my sanity.
let the echo of this warning