Laurence Overmire - Die Andere (The Other) lyrics

children grow in other people's houses collecting bits and pieces of nuance and unrhyme sponging feelings left in turbid air to dry no wonder to be left alone to fend with latch unkeyed, they wander through blank hallways tripping over unmet obligation, horrid disciples of impotent gods, leftover sympathies strained by circumstance, immobilized, till one day the leaking of stagnant water pa**es through the crevice in the center of the floor.