Page 52 – Badly Preserved – letras

this black waterawaiting happy daysdon’t you smotherand ever have to ask the question whyI will force youin two waysboth ends tied nowI’m forcing you to lie about the painChorus:pick up, pick up, pick up, pick upyou came into my lifeshut up, shut up, shut upyou have destroyed this lifeseldom whisperedand came right to the pointtake my hand and hold itjust to get some grip on my main goalI will force youin both waysI’ll have to losen my grip nowforcing myself to hide between the shades