This beating heart is yours to break. Take your sacrifical knife and cut. This lamb was born to slaughter But I'm lying on your altar, Stilll I stare at you With big brown sheepy eyes. I'd like to blow a kiss goodbye. Can you help me? But you pulled away... So I kicked away my chains and Threw a line out to the crowd Shouting "Pull me in, please take me in..." I'll try to understand. I'll keep my questions in a can And my hands inside my pocket - If you like you can lock it. I won't look you in the eye - Will you help me? But they pulled away... And now I'm floating in a box without a window So I try leaning on the wall but it crumbles. So I stumble to the floor but it liquifies, Transforms itself into nothing. I want nothing. Is that so very much to ask? But she pulls away...