209 málmhaus

so i whispered to you

blind blind myself

i told you a thousand times

i'll whisper to you

you'll take take take my bones

take my shadow

take the rest of this -unborn- sadness

you create

and you'll put it down

'cause i thought, under beneath

the last words i told you

you'll still burn me down

thanks for that

thanks - thanks,

thank god,

you're still alive to kill me