Amity - Symphonized live 2018

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
 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?
 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...
 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...