Do not speak of boundaries, love
The further you're away,
The more intense the need becomes
The doubts are on parade
So pitifully human,
Hiding hunched-up in the cold
Simply making up the numbers,
Because I could not break the mould.
There's no escape, so tell me;
Just how is life since you crawled
To the island?
The island of our dreams,
With him?
Into the arms of someone rude,
A nail unzips your spine
It's biting on your tiny wrists
And spinning you aline
Don't stand that psychic surgery
The legions of the damned
Are significantly worse than me
Kicking all that sand in my sad face.
On the island
The island of our dreams, ... within.
A demon's seat usurping
Well now, what else can I choose?
From this wheelchair I will now resign;
I shall not be excused
Of being such a cretin
With a skill for self-abuse.
How's life out there,
On the island?
The island of our dreams, with him?
