Swimming Horses

Falling in your, falling in your, in your arms, in your arms Fish on a line, learns to live on dry land Thrown back again to drown Kinder with poison than pushed down a well or a face burnt to hell Feel the cruel stones breaking her bones Dead before born, words fall in ruins but no sound She's dying of your shame She's maimed by your aim He gives birth to swimming horses He gives birth to swimming horses Fish on a line, walking on dry land But back in the water to drown We drown Floating in sky He gives birth to swimming horses He gives birth to swimming horses Take a ride on the tide with the a*sa*sin at your side The weightlessness under water Forgets in slow motion And washes pointless tortures He gives birth to swimming horses He gives birth to swimming horses Floating in sky like fishes can fly through your arms