Broken Songtext
von Enchant

Not what I′ve done
Not what I've spoken
Not what I′ve shown
Not that I lied
Just holding on
Would render me broken
But weak as I am
My hands remain tied

Fear of rest, fear of pain
Fear of ending what I am
Fear this might leave a stain
Of your blood on my hands

My face is scarred
My hands unclean
Can't wash away
The fool I've been
Murder one or suicide
Which would be
The greater sin?


Straining to hold
Each breath I′m taking
A shackle that holds
I can′t set it free
Not quite been alone
But slowly I'm breaking
Saving you, love
Well, that would be killing me

Fear of wind, fear of rain
Built this house on shifting sand
Fear this might leave a stain
My own blood on my hands

My face is scarred
My hands unclean
Can′t wash away
The fool I've been
Murder one or suicide
Which would be
The greater sin?

A weight that hangs from behind me
A weight that falls from beneath
A storm that falls all around me
A spirit′s soul that is found me

Fear of rest, fear of pain
Fear of ending what I am
Fear this might leave a stain
Of my own blood on my hands


My face is scarred
My hands unclean
Can't wash away
The fool I′ve been
Murder one or suicide
Which would be
The greater sin?