1,2,3...
And if I could swim,
I'd swim out to you in the ocean,
Swim out to where you were floatin,
In the dark,
And if I were blessed,
I'd walk on the water you're breathin,
To lend you some air for that heavin,
Sunken chest,
Cause they chose you,
As the model,
For their empty little dreams,
With your new head and your legs spread,
Like a filthy magazine,
And they hunt you, and they gut you,
And you give in...
And if I was brave,
I'd climb up to you on the mountain,
They led you to drink from their fountain,
Spouting lies,
And I'd slay the horrible beast the commissioned,
To steer me away from my mission, to your eyes,
And I'd stand there, like a soldier,
With my foot upon his chest,
With my grin spread, and my arms out,
In my bloodstained Sunday's best,
And you'd hold me,
I'd remind you, who you are, under their shelves.
And I'd walk through Hell for you,
Let it burn right through my shoes,
These soles are useless without you,
Through Hell for you,
Let the torturing ensue,
My soul is useless without you...
And if they send a wirlwind I'd hug it like a
Harmless little tree,
Or an earthquake,
I'd calm it,
And I'd bring you back to me,
And I'd hold you, in my weak arms,
Like a firstborn...
I'd walk through Hell for you,
Let it burn right through my shoes,
These soles are useless without you,
Through Hell for you,
Let the torturing ensue,
My soul is useless without you...
Now I'd walk through Hell for you, what's an
Adventurer to do, but rest these feet at home with you.
