On The Subject Of Turning Insane letra

My self confidence has resigned
Now I walk with indifference
With my will and my fear
Following me from a distance
So presence please
Make love to me
Clean my head with nonsense
You are a whore that I can afford
Nobody wants my conscience

If I cannot open to what I love
Then will it be gone, along with the sun
That shines just slightly
Upon anything I hope for
I'm alone where dreams are born
Where my eyelids hide your picture from the sun
This stupid dolled up longing
That I cough up every morning

This is my skin you see
Stretched all over me
Tightened around so perfectly
Exposed to other peoples eyes,
Safety-pins, razorblades and knives

Beyond Dawn - Letras

• (Never A) Bygone
• AAGÉ
• Addictions Are Private
• Among The Sedatives
• As The Evening Falters, The Dogs Howl
• At Ritas
• Atmosphere
• Baphomet's Refuge
• Beyond Dawn
• Binding Ritual
• Bloody Comeback
• Breathe The Jackal
• Bygone
• Certain Qualities
• Chains
• Chaosphere
• Cigarette
• Clouds Swept Away The Colours
• Cold
• Confident As Hell
• Daughter Sunday
• Embers
• Epitaph
• Fairy Liquid
• Far From Showbiz
• God
• I Am a Drug
• Increasing The Gravity
• Life's Sweetest Reward
• Love's (Only) True Defender
• Maybe Deeper
• Moonwomb
• Naked How To Produce Honesty
• Need
• On The Subject Of Turning Insane
• Pacific Blue Disorder
• Phase To Phase
• Pop Ist Verboten
• Prey
• Rendezvous
• Resemblance
• Right Money
• Righteous Underground
• Ripe As The Night
• Second Nature
• Severed Survival
• Storm
• Strange Relief
• Stuck
• Teardance
• Tender
• The Beyond Brain
• The Mourner
• The Penance
• The Right People
• The Sound Of Wings
• The Tempest
• Three Steps For The Chameleon (How To Seduce Modesty)
• TRNQL
• Violence Heals
• When Beauty Dies