Tytuł: Hardened

• Wykonawca: Waterdeep
• Wyświetleń: 285

There's a little child drowning in a pond
   And you would have me throw a blanket on
   the surface of the water
   even though she was your daughter
   and watch just how helplessly she dies
   for the sake of how it looks
   cause it's like you've read in books
   It's a symbol of the way you see this life
  
   And if a savior came upon a tray of gold
   you'd insist that he had already been sold
   even though you kew he hadn't
   You're afraid to trade the bad in
   for a good you don't know
   Like a certain generation
   in a proud and headstrong nation
   who expects God to dance whenever she plays the fife
  
   And if you want to talk in terms of the survival of the fittest
   then take a look at the soul's auction house and whose the highest bid is
   You understand the fear of man
   but you forgot about the fear of God
   And to the bloody ransom
   that makes an ugly soul turn handsome
   you give a condescending nod
  
   There's a sense of desparation in your touch
   and you say out loud you hate it very much
   but you're addicted to your sadness
   cause it creates the touch of madness
   The kind you like inside your veins
   Oh, why are you so hardened?
   You know you could be pardoned
   I guess you just will not let go of the reins
  
   The lexicon of death is all you know
   You feel suffocated by the falling snow
   Cause you miss the beauty there
   in the quiet holy air
   and start looking for a desert you can roam
   Your eyes too closed to see
   the secret ministry
   of the frost upon the window of your home
   Oh, why are you so hardened?
   You know you could be pardoned
   and then you would not feel so alone
   You're not alone.
   You're not alone.
   You're not alone.