Windows are tainted; mirrors are covered or painted.
The things we do can break us, but this bloody hand
is not I pray my own (is not I scream my own).
I can't be alone.
Silk scarves of scarlet! Puppet on strings, please, let me go.
This won't be easy...
You take me, you break me.
Delighted, I entered your trap.
I can't move! Could you loose this noose around my neck?
I'm so alone.
God, please free me!
I can't breathe, I can't breathe alone.
God, please save me!
I can't bleed, I can't bleed alone.
Don't let your ships drift off to sea;
I snapped the cables 'cause I thought, I think,
"rules are constricting."
The things we do can kill us but
often they're like sand:
shifting grain by grain,
until what's left is our names.
We're all the same.
credits
from The Places I Go,
released April 3, 2011
Written by Jacke Karashae.
All parts performed or programmed by Jacke Karashae.