The Willing Well II: From Fear Through the Eyes of Madness
What is this that I feel?
And what is this that I fear?
In these arms they hold down
Amongst the words that made
In these fields.
From pressure to pain
I wish to stay away
In the measure I test with
Your love for me
To shout against these walls
With hope that one will break free
So hear me
What is this shit
You keep selling me, boy?
I'm not gonna hold your hand here, anymore
And Newo?
You'll burn in hell
While they're digging you out
So picture this face
And burn it to flay
To shelter it at home
At the fire place
And all the memory will fade
With the flick of the flame
So I have a secret,
That no one should know,
That I shouldn't tell
But over the, but over the world
This one won't feel
This one just won't leave me well
What is this shit?
You keep (seven?) me, boy.
I'm not gonna hold your hand here,
And Newo?
You'll burn in hell
While they're digging you out.
I'm not gonna hold your hand here,
And Newo?
You'll burn in hell.
In the pleasure of your bed
Do you feel that your stay here is good,
Oh boy, I'm eating my way back home
In the pleasure of your bed
Do you feel that your stay here is good,
Oh boy, I'm eating my way back home
Ohh ohh ohh, ohh ohh ohh
As father told son
In the make of his final escape
Should all good boys die
God at their side
At the grace of his gates
No the robot holds none
With the mind and a heart to comply
Then I will disguise
And grieve of those dead when im given the time
Run little rabbit
Go hide in the blades of that grass
Run rabbit run
Should capture be
I'll earn this volt
Breathe up through loss
I'll fight your cure
You know I kill
With the last breath of air
As the earth comes trembling down
Would you give her this last night
To tear up your life?
With the last breath of air
As the earth comes trembling down
Would you give her this last night
The love of your life?
No one runs faster than you can
No one runs faster than you
No one runs faster than you, weeeee (whispering)