Traps
Album: The Places I Go
By: Jacke Karashae
By: Jacke Karashae
Duration
2:32
Genres
Lyrics
Windows are tainted; mirrors are covered or painted. The things we do can break us, but this bloody hand is not I pray my own (is not I scream my own). I can't be alone. Silk scarves of scarlet! Puppet on strings, please, let me go. This won't be easy... You take me, you break me. Delighted, I entered your trap. I can't move! Could you loose this noose around my neck? I'm so alone. God, please free me! I can't breathe, I can't breathe alone. God, please save me! I can't bleed, I can't bleed alone. Don't let your ships drift off to sea; I snapped the cables 'cause I thought, I think, "rules are constricting." The things we do can kill us but often they're like sand: shifting grain by grain, until what's left is our names. We're all the same.
