Sympathy Magic

Sympathy Magic
Memory fails me, names and faces blur
There is only after, or before
Am I so different? Have I changed?
I do not recognise my face
The scar fades but pulls inside
Tugging at me all the time
Chewing on a feeling and spitting it out
Crouched in a ball gown
Anxious and ashamed
The vague humiliations of fame

I do not find worthiness or virtue
I no longer try to be good
It didn't keep me safe
Like you told me that it would
So come on, tear me wide open
A terrible gift
Let the chorus console me
Sympathy magic
And light coming in the window just so
And the wind through my fingers
The only God that I know
And it does not want me on my knees to believe
Head high, arms wide
Aching, aching, aching
And alive
And alive
So I don't have to be worthy
I no longer try to be good
It didn't keep me safe
Like you told me that it would
So come on, tear me wide open
Till I'm losing my mind
Till I cannot contain it
La-da-da-da-da-da-da
So come on, c'mon, I can take it
Give me everything you got
What else? What else? What else? What else?
So come on, c'mon, I can take it
Give me everything you got
What else? What else? What else? What else?

Sympathy magic
Sympathy magic
So c'mon, c'mon, I can take it
Sympathy magic
Sympathy magic
So come on, c'mon, I can take it
(c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon)
Sympathy magic (c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon)
Sympathy magic (c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon)
Sympathy magic (so c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon)
Sympathy magic (c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon)
Sympathy magic (c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon)
Sympathy magic (c'mon)
Ah
Recuerdos que me fallan, nombres y rostros se difuminan. Solo existe el después o el antes. ¿Soy tan diferente? ¿He cambiado? No reconozco mi rostro. La cicatriz se desvanece pero tira desde adentro, tirando de mí todo el tiempo...