Who are you to put this noose, around my neck with every breath,
It tightens more and I analyse, every word like an open sore,
I pick and scratch till blood runs red, like all the things I said,
It will dry up and pain is felt no more.

The blood has dried can’t be consumed,
Now every thought like an open wound,
Can’t take the chance of two as one,
A distant stranger I will become

This artists pain will make him strong,
An open wound, he carries on,
I hope he finds his way of this shelf sometime

Not a second now but hours more, days gone by and I still adore.
This ideal doesn’t seem to fit, I’ve tried, I lie, I must admit,
Afraid to fall my wound has healed,
No salt will pour upon these dreams,
Can’t take the chance of two as one,
A distant stranger I will become,
My dreams, my dreams, they are awoken
But in my sleep they will be softly spoken.

This artists pain will make him strong,
An open wound, he carries on,
I hope he finds his way of this shelf sometime.

And what will you take away from this meeting,
I’ve already said to much my heart is still beating,
Fast out your door because I know,
Who I am deceiving

This artists pain will make him strong,
An open wound, he carries on,
I hope he finds his way of this shelf sometime

(c) AGIVEN 2004