Who would you be,

If not for those dogs,

That follow in a pack to fear?

Who would you be,

If not in a vice (nah)?

Blood froze on my lips.

Who would you become,

Without this haze in your eyes,

Distorting reality (nah)?

Who are you now,

With the key to broken phrases,

Crumbling to dust?

Where would you wander,

Without clinging to the shadows of resentment,

To old wounds of the soul?

How would you live,

If the poison of these words hadn't killed

Your light that blinded everyone?

Where would you fall,

When they spit in your face,

And grandmas are your best friend?

Who would you become,

When home is a crossroads,

And the roof is a shitty mess all around?

How would you howl?

With a hole in your pocket,

And bitches are not friends at all.

Who would you be?

In this stone pit,

Where only the eyes tell the truth.

What would you give?

To simply wake up

Without remembering who you are.

What would you know?

Where they no longer fight,

But simply leave without a word.