Cripples Songtext
von Sheep

You stand before me and there are so many children still
My arguments are absent and weak, they will always be
Deep inside a spirit that′s restless for which you don't care
A seller of illusions on electric chair

We cling to the memories
We cling to the past
We cling together like cripples with broken backs

Your body was my bible, precious every page
Now it′s hieroglyphic but I will be, I will be read
Ivory your skin and your touch my shroud
It's clean for me 'cause you are far too proud

We cling to the memories
We cling to the past
We cling together like cripples with broken backs


Does it have to be
Does it have to be
Does it have to be this way?

Does it have to be
Does it have to be
Does it have to be this way?

I saw you were dying and you moved from the matter side
Look at me, I thought the symptoms are doing right
We watched the shadows but we didn′t tell
I want to change a thing, I don′t care

We cling to the memories
We cling to the past
We cling together like cripples with broken backs

Does it have to be
Does it have to be
Does it have to be this way?

Does it have to be
Does it have to be
Does it have to be this way?