This beating heart is yours to break.

Take your sacrifical knife and cut.

This lamb was born to slaughter

but I'm lying on your altar,

stilll I stare at you

with big brown sheepy eyes.

I'd like to blow a kiss goodbye.

Can you help me?

But you pulled away...

So I kicked away my chains and

threw a line out to the crowd

shouting "Pull me in, please take me in..."

I'll try to understand.

I'll keep my questions in a can

and my hands inside my pocket -

if you like you can lock it.

I won't look you in the eye -

will you help me?

But they pulled away...

And now I'm floating in a box without a window

so I try leaning on the wall but it crumbles.

So I stumble to the floor but it liquifies,

transforms itself into nothing.

I want nothing.

Is that so very much to ask?

But she pulls away....