Falling in your, falling in your arms Fish on a line, learns to live on dry land Thrown back again to drown Kinder with poison Than pushed down a well - or a face burnt to hell Feel the cruel stones breaking her bones Dead before born Words fall in ruins - but no sound She's dying of your shame - she maimed by your paw He gives birth to swimming horses Fish on a line, walking on dry land But, back in the water to drown we drown Floating in sky He gives birth to swimming horses Take a ride on the tide with the assassin at your side The weightlessness under water -- forgets in slow motion & washes pointless tortures He gives birth to swimming horses Floating in sky like fishes can fly through your arms