Besedila: Mothercare. Breathing Instructions. Freedom Bondage.

Why do i never listen to my thoughts?
why do i never listen to my words?
why do i cry do i lie do i fake all this pain
without giving a damn about you?
why do i never listen to my blood?
why do i never listen to my scorn?
why do i cry do i lie do i fake?
my mother crying in a corner of her room
cradling the doll of her childhood
bleeding alone, i bleed on my own
don't you know this society is driven by stupid devices
stupid but serious devices?
you got stuck in the lock of your wrath stop your reckless pretence
why do you never listen to my sores?
why do you never listen to my thorns?
why do you cry do you lie do you fake
without giving a damn about me?
sick is the ending of a day not pretending
by the way to erase me away
my mother crying in a corner of her room
cradling the doll of her childhood
bleeding alone, i bleed on my own
shitamuki uzumaki no naka
itsumo shizumanai taiyo
and what we are is never too sure
weak and fragile
and perpetually at war
why do i never listen to my thoughts?
why do i never listen to my words?
why do i cry do i lie do i fake all this pain
without giving a damn about you?
why do you never listen to my sores?
why do you never listen to my thorns?
why do you cry do you lie do you fake
without giving a damn about me?
don't you know?
my mother crying in a corner of her room
cradling the doll of her childhood
bleeding alone.

And perpetually at war