Thomas Arsenault - Sick lyrics

It's not with love You rip the child to pieces And crush his little voice Inside your broken heart Until those Those restless arms Still reach up So much The hope to change Or the change to mean it Lost with stolen tongues Moving until they're cold Or stuck And sore Is there enough Is it a chore Love I know you get You get to need it Trade some peace For lust Then what's the point Of trust If only the sun If only the sun Sees us