Play Dead
B. Gudmundsdottir / David Arnold / Jah Wobble
Darling, stop confusing me
With your wishful thinking
Hopeful embraces
Don't you understand?
I have to go through this
I belong to here
Where no-one cares
And no-one loves
No light, no air to live in
A place called Hate
The city of fear
I play dead
It stops the hurting
I play dead
And the hurt stops
It's sometimes just like sleeping
Curling up inside my private tortures
I nestle into pain
Hug suffering
Caress every ache
I play dead
It stops the hurting
I play dead
It stops the hurting