wilted flower seem strange to you? with all this poison at the roots... shut away from love and light you wonder why it's screaming
old enough to abuse me but all too cheap to amuse me
we stand in the marketplace with cold september eyes on the hungry people we passed the interrogation signed our names at the bottom of the government paper
calling memories out of mind pictures writhing deep inside and once you've seen it's hard to hide you wonder why you're screaming?
strong enough not to fear me but all too loud now to hear me
we stand in the marketplace with cold september eyes on the hungry people we passed the interrogation signed our names at the bottom of the government paper
this wintertime to waste your life you reign you die you wait you cry this time in the light small flame in the night you come you bend you burn
sick enough to infect me but too far gone to protect me
we stand in the marketplace with cold september eyes on the hungry people we passed the interrogation signed our names at the bottom of the government paper