Mantiquor

Wasn't I born to live,
Am I not alive to love.

Knowing well that I will also die one day,
for nothing is as certain as life before death.

Can't you see, can't you hear,
can't you feel? Time doesn't heal wounds (time doesn't heal wounds).

Living day by day, me against time.
Don't let go and don't run away, as long as it still holds it together.

Pull as tight as you can.
Don't let go, don't run away, as long as it still holds it together.

Was I born to be caught in the current of the frightened world
Captured and defenseless, will-less uprooted torn away.

The world will spit me out as the foreign uninvited guest,
but I have lived and I have loved and I have been loved and what more do I want?

And yet it rises again, this addiction that consumes me,
to the source of this night, that ignites the addiction in me, this addiction that sells me.

Risen and banished, captured and burned,
whipped and wildly driven, naked chased and worn out.

This addiction it hunts me again, robs my heart and crushes me down
And the invisible ??? spirit and soul hurt me.

Living day by day, me against time.
Don't let go, don't run away, as long as it still holds it together.

Pull as tight as you can.
Don't let go, don't run away, as long as it still holds it together.

Living day by day, me against time.
Don't let go, don't run away, as long as it still holds it together.

Pull as tight as you can.
Don't let go, don't run away, as long as it still holds it together.