Play Dead Testo

Testo Play Dead

(Björk cover)



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 hurting 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