Sprained Souls

I didn't know better
I did not know anything else
Now I care less and less
Learn to live or to live less
The knee I rest upon
Slowly, slowly crack
It might as well have been my back

Lower, lower
Heavy, heavier
Dead, less dead
Alive, less alive

I told you, I promised
My love to you is golden
Take turns with your alter ego
To break your promises
The knee we rested upon,
Bit for bit, would slowly crack
It might as well have been my back

Lower, lower
Heavy, heavier
Alive, more alive
Dead, more dead

As if I could die any more...