The Limits Of My Faith Testo

The moment's flat
And we must wait
Standing on a knife-edge
Never late
And I'm aware (And I'm awake)
Of all the seconds,
Separate

I'm not my own
Shot what's left
Shut up tight
Always smiling
'Cause it's right
And I'm aware
That I am fake
Sick of waiting
Sick of fate

I'm not my own

Oh body, carry me, finally,
To the limits of my faith
And rest...

I'm not my own

Oh body, carry me, finally,
To the limits of my faith
And rest...