A salty fist in my chest please no explanation   It's your time to be angry now   Could I possibly be so selfish as to take that away?   To compare myself      I'm so miserably pathetic and helpless again   I'm so little lying next to you   In this cold sweat of mine   My sympathizing, however honest, still a belittlement      I can't heal a thing what God is responsible   I can only hold your hand   Live, dehydrated, nothing pacified   You can disassociate yourself      Tools of your trade, survival   It's the only safe place left anymore   But can you tell me, are you here now?   Is my touch touching you, or that tool of yours?      I saved all the debt for you, you're still in debt   You're broken wings I have taken on to mend   and right now I'd do the same onto you if it would change a thing   If I could cripple your mind again      If it were my place grant her the wings   Grant her the gift to cope   You leave her no choice than to steal her birthright   Children don't cry tears of guilt for the sins of their predators