Snibe

(does this) wilted flower seem strange to you?

with all this poison at the roots...

shut away from love and light

you wonder why it's screaming

old enough to abuse me

but all too cheap to amuse me

we stand in the marketplace

with cold september eyes on the hungry people

we passed the interrogation

signed our names at the bottom of the government paper

calling memories out of mind

pictures writhing deep inside

and once you've seen it's hard to hide

you wonder why you're screaming?

strong enough not to fear me

but all too loud now to hear me

we stand in the marketplace

with cold september eyes on the hungry people

we passed the interrogation

signed our names at the bottom of the government paper

this wintertime

to waste your life

you reign

you die

you wait

you cry

this time in the light

small flame in the night

you come

you bend

you burn

sick enough to infect me

but too far gone to protect me

we stand in the marketplace

with cold september eyes on the hungry people

we passed the interrogation

signed our names at the bottom of the government paper