Tomorrow I will be here Set free from need. (?) (or From me??) And all that I defended Falls in on me In a moment She will rise And show herself to me ...the hell? What the hell?! If you think you were born to die And it makes you not want to try Fall into my hands again Fall into my hands, again Dissolving What seemed to be Friends, dreams, forced needs Not only Not gave to me That stole me from greed. (?) (That stole me from RUNNING?) Communication's suffering Prejudice is still alive (prejudice is still a WORD) I tried to save you from yourself I tried to save you But if you think you were born to die And it makes you not want to try Fall into my hands, again Fall into my hands, again Don't waste your time Don't waste your time Don't waste your time Cuz' if you think you were born to die And it makes you not want to try Fall into my hands - again! Fall into my hands - again! Fall into my hands - again! Fall into my hands...