An Athema Songtext
von closer

I′ve got my life in my hand
My fingers splinted west
Each vision in night and day
Each burred tongue drifting


You gotta give or you gotta go
You gotta give or you gotta go
The dialectic of home
I can't remember anymore
What the words that I said were

You gotta give or you gotta go

Unwound and this is it
It′s not the place somewhere in the shitty future
Smudge me into liquids, maybe I said it even better
I just can't look at you
I claim it all
I claim it