Heart Full Of Dust
I have to go through this
I belong to here
where no-one cares and no-one loves
no light no air to live in
a place called hate
the city of fear
I play dead: it stops the hurting
I play dead: and the hurt stops
It's sometimes just like sleeping
curling up inside my private tortures
I nestle into pain
hug suffering
caress every ache
I play dead: it stops the hurting
(Björk: Play dead)
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