Birth

White paper and empty places

The head between my shoulders,

wounded and bleeding badly

I can smell your remorse

Stains all overBeen outside and seen it all

You are the master, you know it all

Made yourself a number

And your time is nowHolding tight, wish you were nearer

Lost my voice, don't want to scream no more

It's like a box and I'm trapped inside

I've been paralyzed

This narrow road ends to a ditchBeen outside and seen it all

You are the master, you know it all

Made yourself a number

And your time is now