I want you to suffer what I suffer
And I'll learn to pray to make it happen
I want for you to feel as useless
As an empty whiskey glass in someone's hands
And I want the heart in your breast.. to feel as if it belonged to someone else, and for it to hurt.
..I wish you death wherever you are
And I'll learn to pray to make it happen
I want you to suffer
what I suffer
And I'll learn to pray
to make it happen
I want you to take a look
Every hour
Like a prisoner clinging to his window
And that street stones
Are the only scene for your eyes.
I wish you death
wherever you are
God, And I'll learn to pray
to make it happen