Pray - Soap&Skin

Constantly announcing hell

The joy not to be

To die of not dying

How to be appalled

When you’re death’s best friend

Condemned to choke

Every word I pray

«Who was pretending us?»

Condemned to choke

Every word I pray

You came

And read the current and the gas

You closed the doors in our house politely

Like someone who isn’t well versed in life