He's won a conviction 
that he'll desrtoy the pathological 
Drinking pattern 
Strictly to the scheme 
We wrests addictions from the body 
... I have to... 
Convinced about the power of the cure 
That waited 
...I have to.. 

They believed it would go right 
Until they saw the broken throat and 
Last convulsive quivers 

Killed - because of longing 
Ruined - through he knew the power of the cure 

The last breath sent to the deaf world 
A hand raised 
I...I...wanted...wanted to... 

He left them with fear 
They want to kill and forget 
Strictly to the scheme from the body 
They wrest moments of fear and 
Longing for normality 

Convicted about the power of love 
Destroyed by hatred 
They believed it would go right 
Until they saw 
That there's a blockade in the heart 
And thoughts still say about the past 
Wiped out - by memory 
Injured - though they tried to hide the father's name 

And moments when he raised his hand 
In the last breath 
I...I...wanted...wanted to...