Falling in your, falling in your arms
fish on a line, learns to live on dry land
thrown back again to drown
kinder with poison
than pushed down a well - or a face burnt to hell
feel the cruel stones breaking her bones
dead before born
words fall in ruins - but no sound
she's dying of your shame - she maimed by your paw
he gives birth to swimming horses
fish on a line, walking on dry land
but, back in the water to drown we drown
floating in sky
he gives birth to swimming horses
take a ride on the tide with the assassin at your side
the weightlessness under water -- forgets in slow motion
and washes pointless tortures
he gives birth to swimming horses
floating in sky like fishes can fly through your arms
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