God, you know that pain sometimes springs
deeper than from hell, deeper than from underneath
and I am at the rock bottom, trying to pull myself together
and to not join those who ran away
God, you know how hard it is to believe that time
reigns with oblivion same as executioner reigns with a sword
still caressing my grazed ears and already sticking my neck out again
and not asking, not awaiting any explanation
Sometimes it will hurt a bit anyways
there is at least one adhesion in every wound
I'm pulling the defeats like tickets from a raffle
only a pruned tree can grow up high anyways
God, you know how to pull the heart on my sleeve
deeper than from my ribs, deeper than from underneath
you put a mountain in my way and demand I move it
and if I succeed, you show me your grace a bit earlier
Sometimes it will hurt a bit anyways
there is at least one adhesion in every wound
I'm pulling the defeats like tickets from a raffle
only a pruned tree can grow up high anyways
God, you know how much strentgh it sometimes takes
to persevere and not stoop to leaving
when the world is a single smudge beyond the tears
to learn to live with it when the pain doesn't stop
Sometimes it will hurt a bit anyways
there is at least one adhesion in every wound
I'm pulling the defeats like tickets from a raffle
only a pruned tree can grow up high anyways