Amity - The Gathering

The torture won’t part you

Motherly breast won’t warm you

You fail and foam from your mouth

Why is it so loud, this sound?

All the sense you are capable of

Does not seem to save you

You heed the glance of a smile

Was it impossible to float for a while?

Restless is carrying fever

Burning you to pieces

In search and need of a friend

Will I bow down to this in the end?

I lay in the hands of my maker

And I want to spend the rest of it awake

Why do I get the feeling they’ll brake it

It’s a fight

It’s a fight

The torture won’t part you

Mothers lap can’t seem to warm you

You strain, you climb up and frown

Why is it so loud, this down?

All the sense you are capable of

Does not seem to save you

You heed the glance of a smile

Was it impossible to float for a while?

(ah ah ah)

I lay in the hands of my maker

And I want to spend the rest of it awake

Why do I get the feeling they’ll brake it

It’s a fight

It’s a fight

I lay in the hands of my maker

And I want to spend the rest of it awake

Why do I get the feeling they’ll brake it

It’s a fight

(ah ah ah)