Just give me nails
To be my burden
Give me nails
To be my burden
Crucified emotions struggle to survive
And the truth, she has not heard for long
Cold and bare, but sacred ?
Who has the guts to spread such lies?
A picture of a willow - with a widow in black
A child to bear - in blooming beauty
For she gave birth to dust
(Sweet dreams... you bastard!)
Roses covered by a layer of snow
Freezing wind surrounding
What you call holy feet
Just a child without a wooden cross
Just give me nails
To be my burden
Give me nails
To be my burden
Afflicted hands towards heaven
How could you dare deny ?
How can you blame a widow
For detesting who you are ?
Bare of sore - touch naked boundaries
And empty hands - a widow's life
And she gave birth to dust