Mend my soul and heal my heart
comfort me with your presence
Calm my insecurity with patience
watch my progress in recovery
see me trusting love again.
Then -
gently take away each single motion
take away my senses.
Watch tears slide down my cheeks
bring back the numbness to my head.
Tease me with my jealousy
feed the rage inside of me
awake the beast enclosed.
Club to death the hopes of mine
rip my heart to peaces and
tear my feelings apart.

darling stop confusing me
with your wishful thinking
hopeful enbraces
don’t you understand?
i have to go through this
i belong to here where
no-one cares and no-one loves
no light no air to live in
a place called hate
the city of fear
i play dead
it stops the hurting
i play dead
and the hurting stops

it’s sometimes just like sleeping
curling up inside my private tortures
i nestle into pain
hug suffering
caress every ache

i play dead
it stops the hurting
[...]

(Bjork – Play Dead)

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