Do not speak of boundaries, love The further you're away, The more intense the need becomes The doubts are on parade So pitifully human, Hiding hunched-up in the cold Simply making up the numbers, Because I could not break the mould.
There's no escape, so tell me; Just how is life since you crawled To the island? The island of our dreams, With him?
Into the arms of someone rude, A nail unzips your spine It's biting on your tiny wrists And spinning you aline Don't stand that psychic surgery The legions of the damned Are significantly worse than me Kicking all that sand in my sad face. On the island The island of our dreams, ... within.
A demon's seat usurping Well now, what else can I choose? From this wheelchair I will now resign; I shall not be excused Of being such a cretin With a skill for self-abuse.
How's life out there, On the island? The island of our dreams, with him?