The thing is, I never actually intended it to be so worrying. I'd been reading something, I think a story about the concentration camps or something similar, and this just sort of came out. It is in no way related to anything I have ever personally experienced. I think it's simply that I'm something of a chameleon, and at times it's difficult for me to separate what I see in front of me with what I myself actually feel. This means I have an alarming tendancy to cry at movies, and flinch when people get hit on-screen or on paper. I once cried myself to sleep one night because one of the characters in my story died. I grieved for a figment of my own imagination. And, oddly enough, have never regretted doing so. In fact, it would have seemed disrespectful to do otherwise. I guess I have an odd sense of honour.
Anyway:
Fixer
Hey fixer, they've left me all alone
Can you fix me another bone?
I've got another break, you know
Can you fix it so the crack won't show?
Hey fixer, the ice-man came today
Can you take all my pain away?
He came and he gave me his seed
Can you fix it so that I can bleed?
Hey fixer, they got another trick for me
Can you fix it so that I won't see?
The time is right, I'm feeling old
Can you fix it so I'll feel the cold?
Hey fixer, I'm living in an endless fire
Can you build me a funeral pyre?
I want to send out one last sigh
Can you fix it so that I can die?
Hey fixer, this time they're goin' strong
Can you make it so I won't last long?
The time has come and I must sleep
Can you fix it so that they will weep?
Hey fixer, they made it so I couldn't breathe
Can you make it so they'll never leave?
Hey fixer, they killed me today
Can you fix it so that they will PAY?
Please, if you happen to wander into this, don't immediately run for the pitchforks?