Hand on Heart Songtext

von RED LORRY YELLOW LORRY

So tell me what I pay fot the price of freedom
No healthy survival in rooms unattached
Just trying to touch you,
But never to hold you
In this burning confusion, with hands made of clay
You've got your hand on my heart

In this prison of nowhere, you've played my emotions
You've stretched my condition my head is all fire
With gates made of iron,
Like a lamb to the slaughter
Emotional torture is a game you enjoy
The importance of nothing
Your own bleak conclusion

Illusions an answer, but never the healer
And crippled in silence, the stretch of a lifetime
The power to hold me
Your pleasure to gain
It's a dicy situation I have found myself in