Beautiful Torment Songtext

von Yahwe Mutabo

Standing all alone I sit.
With a weak complexion, I'm first to admit.
How unhealthy can it be?
When it comes down to it, I let you play me.
And I've come to terms with all that I want.
And when I turn around, I'm still far from the front.
Fall out completely, line up so neatly.
I'm yours, mistreat me.
I love how sweetly you play me.
Running in the front I stop.
With a big head start, I won't come out on top.
Just how dangerous can it be?
When it comes down to it, I let you play me.
Complicated path between what's real,
Littered with the absence of time for the reconstruction.
Flight for freedom deep within them,
Clipped and cancerous wings of the woe begotten.
Well it doesn't help to close your eyes,
?cause it eats you from inside your beautiful torment.
Don't just close your eyes to the world
That lives and dies in your beautiful torment.
Angelic sentiment
Pillar of dreams
Spinning a web of us all, or so it seems.
Claustrophobic mind between the eyes,
Set against a backdrop of hope for the real advancing.
Nonsensical, lost the handle on who goes
And who stays at the social function.