From bone it presses, under great torture,
the meat, towards the rays of sun.
It rears up and rampages heavily,
deforms the skin and stretches greatly.
It locks it's bite and tears at you, rips your skin like paper...
It opens up the view to your heart, allies with hypocrisy,
it separates the man from woman and tears the love out of the body...
It stops the breathing, races the heart - the cold sweat cools only the pain.
Everybody can relate to it - when fear and flesh merge together mutely.
A step forwards, two steps back; the fear it paralyzes you, step by step...
It locks its bite and tears at you, rips your skin like paper...
It opens up the view to your heart, allies with hypocrisy,
it separates the man from woman and tears the love out of the body...
The fear lets go of human skin, when the substance of flesh builds upon bone...
What once was known as deeply linked, will not be separated even by fear...
Faith is what counts, and courage and the link through blood...
That's why you can be sure of one thing; trust lives on through coupling...
The flesh lays there; horribly defiled - It turned its back on the bone.
The union through fear was broken - what is the flesh without bones?
Distrust is the poison of the soul, that eats into a many flesh.
It loosens fiber and structure, and forever the heart's promise.
So then is doomed to rot, what once created togetherness... from loneliness.