paroles de chanson epilogue choke - hare kill

Your hands around my neck
I can't believe you
Your hands around my neck
I can't believe you
Your hands around my neck
I can't believe you
Your hands around my neck
I can't believe you
You're inside me, you permeate me
Leave me alone and I die; stay beside me
I'll cope by means of you until I'm choking
The soul soaked in your words finally overflowing
You picked me off the iron chair
You picked up my fragments, my entrails
You patron, you healer, the saint I dream of
Redeemer, you steam up the space where my screams come
Your hands around my neck
I can't believe you
Your hands around my neck
I can't believe you
Your hands around my neck
I can't believe you
Your hands around my neck
I can't believe you
No praise too great
For the product of fate
Here's to many fruitless lives I could have seen
Many tombs I could have been
Thy cup ran over, now mine is full
It defies understanding (I can't believe you)
The past left stranding below me
I worship the hands that choke me