Song lyrics Play dead by The Rasmus

Darling,
stop confusing me,
with your wishful thinking.
Hopeful embraces.
Don't you understand?
I've to go through this,
I belong here where no cares and no one loves.
No light, no air to live in.
A place called hate'
the city of fear.

Death!

I play dead.
Stops the hurting
I play dead.
The hurting stops.

Sometimes just like sleeping,
curling up, inside my private tortures.
I nestle into pain.
Hug suffering.
Cares every aches!

Death!
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I play dead.
I play dead.
I play dead.
I play dead.