A Hand Without Strength

An empty plate for love & hate, so hungry like they never ate
and if you fight, noone fights back – 200 killings
now i know that death is wearing black
a hand that holds me without strength – a hand that touches me without weight
The troops of love are flying out – very angry, very loud
– you can see it from the air – when you get hit,
you don’t know where, and nothings seems fair
a hand that holds me without strength a hand that touches me without weight
And with no flag left to defend – a hand that pushes me
anything as long as you touch me – touch me – touch me – touch me