Björk – Play Dead Lyrics

Darling, stop confusing me
With your wishful thinking
Hopeful embraces
Don’t you understand?
I have to go through this
I belong to here, where no one cares and no one loves
No light, no air to live in
A place called Hate
The City of Fear
(Intrumental)
It stops the hurting
I play dead
And the hurt stops
It’s sometimes just like sleeping
Curling up inside my private tortures
I nestle into pain
Hug suffering
Caress every ache
I play dead
(It stops the hurting)
I play dead
(It stops the hurting)
I play dead
(It stops the hurting)
I play dead