Текст песни Fear for Me Now - END

Shield the ears of creation
Hands forever free of blood
I am the foundation on which dreams die...
Predicting an imminent pain through delusions of decay
There will be no rest
Pestilence will spread on beds of nails reinforcing wounds
Hanging on every word
I'd rather hang myself
Shield the ears of creation
Fault not yourself
Hands forever free of blood
Fear for me now
Hanging on every word
I'd rather hang myself
Are you there?
You're sick
You're sick, you need to come home
You're sick, you need to come home