It won't work anymore, throw it away to get out of sight It won't talk anymore, the voices that you keep on ignoring It won't breathe anymore, the lungs that you've taken for granted It won't live anymore, you've grown too old, tortured by freedom Dwelling in a mine of failures, You defend hope with complacency Inhabited by inhibitions, Resentment speaks louder than numbers withstand. Then your resentment speaks louder than numbers withstand As if nothing could ever shape the way you will You take the brace and tie the knot around your waist Trying to pull yourself out of the recovery room Umbilical stutters a captivating wink Only to infinity this ill-bleeding heart won't break To infinity this bleeding heart will not break, If you can stand being here.