2 acessos
We're sisters and brothers
And we hate one another
I
Say I don't know why
We're brothers and sisters
And we're all afraid to die
I
Say I don't know why
So I say Lord make me pure
Oh I'm so insecure
I
Say I don't know why
And you say Lord: "what's the
Cure?" We're all so insecure
Now I have found security
And I understand all that I see
No more wonder
No more question
I've succummed
To the power of suggestion
Now I have found security
I worship spectres
I'll never see
All the answers laid bare for me
I was blind but now I see
Now I've got a purpose
An identity
I've found myself
I've lost me