ROPES OF NIGHT - Faith

Help me feed up my mind Strong strings attached behind Wisely-spread noises in my ear What time I could have had on my own You´ve turned blue back to black And haven´t tried to hold it back Something exceptional Something insecure Help me feed up my mind Strong strings attached behind I don´t mind what you might Become Don´t you see the irony here? Don´t you see the irony here? Something exceptional Something insecure I feel fine, I feel fine, I feel fine at last I escaped the way you held me rough I always wondered how it would be Being free, being free, being free There are no more rims under my eyes And I´m finally done to be patronized I always wondered how it would be Being free, being free, being free I feel fine, I feel fine, I feel fine (at last) I escaped the way you held me rough I always wondered how it would be Being free, being free, being free