Toys

in your memory there are words unspoken
in your memory there is a silence broken

and if there is a sky where the angel meets the ghost
and if there is a god
i am the one to hurt you the most

a thousand songs to christ
i will try to understand
a million times, a million toys
all you need is a choice

in your silence of your violence
of your adolescent desire

as i can see, you're still here
and you pretend to be
as i can see, you're still here
and we are meant to be