Take a sip

Just take a sip from my cup
It's overfilled with obeying,
And every day I make up
How to describe all this pain.

I want you to understand that
I’ll pay whatever you say
And that this stile is my bread,
However i’m not your slave.

I want you to understand me,
I’m bagging sluty for help,
Throughout I am still standing,
I get a knife in my back.


So take a sip, feel the weight of years,
Of whispered fears and hidden tears.
I’m not defeated, though I fall —
I’ll rise again, against it all.


So tell me darling how do you dare
To be over for good because of it is unfair?
I’d like you to find us in every corner
But year after year it is getting warmer

The knife still twists, but now I know
The pain’s a seed where strength can grow.
I wear these wounds as armour now —
Glory crown of thorns, but I wear it proud


And I have long forgotten
Another horrible scene
But everything is annoying
And this does make me insane.

You say, «Just hold on, don’t give in»,
But how can I when walls close in?
My hands are tied, my voice is thin,
Yet I keep trying to begin…

But understructable memories
Pinned me rough through the wall.
You’d throw away me of weariness:
You are the princess, I'm a doll…


So take a sip, feel the weight of years,
Of whispered fears and hidden tears.
I’m not defeated, though I fall —
I’ll rise again, against it all.


So tell me darling how do you dare
To be over for good because of it is unfair.
I’d like you to find us in every corner
But year after year it is getting warmer

The knife still twists, but now I know
The pain’s a seed where strength can grow.
I wear these wounds as armour now —
Glory crown of thorns, but I wear it proud


So taste it slow — my poisoned grace,
The weight of chains I can’t erase.
But hear me clear through thunder’s roar:
I’m not your ghost. I’m not your whore.

I’m the storm you couldn’t tame,
The ashes rising from the flame.
And I sip dry my fucking cup
So I never give it up!

Take the pieces of your hate,
They reflect your dummy fate
Of the Lady of Infirm
I will leave it to refilm


Then take a sip, feel the weight of years,
Of whispered fears and hidden tears.
I’m not defeated, though I fall —
I’ll rise again, against it all.


So tell me darling how do you dare
To be over for good because of it is unfair.
I’d like you to find us in every corner
But year after year it is getting warmer

The knife still twists, but now I know
The pain’s a seed where strength can grow.
I wear these wounds as armour now —
Glory crown of thorns, so I wear it proud.