Letras:Mothercare. Elucidation.

Something moving within things
i know that sometimes it's better not to make too many movements
so you sink slower
thrust in the concrete
dead eyes dry hopes
me i make my noise against the one of things
and this hurts
words tell only i can't
no sex no stench burnt hands
on the other hand if you scream someone could even hear you
and that's enough to defeat the fear
something breaking
the world don't answer
me i make my noise against the one of things
and this hurts
nor happy nor sad just life
here is one who keeps talking to men
and goodness knows where shall they go away
i have no more tears
goddamn tears to weep for you for your disease
while the silence of death drowns the rumble of
human violence away

augmentation of the weight inner fear
i am deranged
i am thrust in the pain
i know whatever that hurts
and shall it be very clear
i'm not mourning
shall it be very clear
i'm not mourning
shall it be very clear
i'm not mourning