The torture won't part you   Motherly breast won't warm you   You fail and foam from your mouth   why is it so loud, this sound?      All the sense your are capable of   does not seem to save you   You heed the glance of a smile   Was it impossible to float for a while?      Restless is carrying fever   burning you to pieces   In search and need of a friend   Will I bow down to this in the end?      I lay in the hands of my maker   and I want to spend the rest of it awake   Why do I get the feeling they'll brake it   It's a fight... it's a fight...      The torture won't part you   Mothers lap can't seem to warm you   You strain, stand up and frown   Why is it so loud, This down?      All the sense you are capable of   does not seem to save you   You heed the glance of a smile   Was it impossible to float for a while?      I lay in the hands of my maker   And I want to spend the rest of it awake   Why do I get the feeling they'll brake it   It's a fight... it's a fight