Text: Anathema. Judgement. Wings Of God.

No one can find me
Here in my soul
Kicking and screaming
Out of control

Calm myself down
Nobody knows
No one can find me
Here in my soul

Hooked on your problems
Do I know why?
And if you come my way again

Would I, would I lend a hand?
Would I understand?
Lend a hand, understand

No one can find me
Here in my soul
Kicking and screaming
Out of control

Calm myself down
Nobody knows
No one can find me
Here in my soul

Solitude was never
Never seen as loneliness
And things need, thing needs time
And time leads to other things

And playing roles which are limited
By the poor fund of knowledge
In this sick, sick world

We all fall down once a while
Escaping the law
Of the unexplained pains

Wouldn't hand
Wouldn't understand
Understand