Karmabox - A Música DO Dia - Björk - "Play Dead"

darling stop confusing me
with your wishful thinking
hopeful enbraces
don't you understand?
I have to go through this
I belong to here where
no one cares and no one loves
no light no air to live in
a place called hate
the city of fear
I play dead
it stops the hurting
I play dead
and hurting stops
it's sometimes just like sleeping
curling up inside my private tortures
I nestle into pain
hug suffering
caress every ache
I play dead
it stops the hurting