Pen & Ink - Cire

Thinking back to what was said… My angel shattered upon my bed

Washed away with tears alone, that fragile state that she’s outgrown

«I'm so confused» she says now once again

And tries to hold on while it’s wearing thin

She talks about faith but she’s so afraid

Sweating with guilt, that’s how she was raised

Send it down to me

Oh, all that I can’t see

'Cuz in my world of pen & ink

It seems I don’t know what to think

«It's what my father believes, what my mother believes

What my preacher believes, so me too…

What my brothers believe, what my sisters believe

What the world believes so it’s true

Into her pillow now she wheeps…

Awakened from their tale she wants so desperately to sleep…

A world that makes her feel so small

She says «What's the purpose of it all?»

Down and down and down now she slips back.

Too many years of fears and wishes to retract

Back to the shelter of good and bad…

She tells me my views are so sad

Love me and hate you

Grow me inside you

Trust me, you need to

You made me to control you

And I’ll change you and I’ll waste you

Until reality will never even phase you in plain view

The brainwashed warden of your mind’s confinement!

Just a sheep and I’m your fucking tyrant!