Текст песни The Gathering - Amity
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The torture won`t part youMotherly breast won`t warm youYou fail and foam from your mouthwhy is it so loud, this sound?All the sense your are capable ofdoes not seem to save youYou heed the glance of a smileWas it impossible to float for a while?Restless is carrying feverburning you to piecesIn search and need of a friendWill I bow down to this in the end?I lay in the hands of my makerand I want to spend the rest of it awakeWhy do I get the feeling they`ll brake itIt`s a fight... it`s a fight...The torture won`t part youMothers lap can`t seem to warm youYou strain, you climb up and frownWhy is it so loud, This down?All the sense you are capable ofdoes not seem to save youYou heed the glance of a smileWas it impossible to float for a while?I lay in the hands of my makerAnd I want to spend the rest of it awakeWhy do I get the feeling they`ll brake itIt`s a fight... it`s a fight