BJORK lyrics - Play Dead

BJORK
"Play Dead"

Darling stop confusing me
With your wishful thinking
Hopeful embraces
Don't you understand?
I have to go through this
I belong to here where no-one cares and no-one loves
No light no air to live in
A place called hate
The city of death

I play dead
It stops the hurting
I play dead
And the hurt stops
It's sometimes just like sleeping
Curling up inside my private tortures
I nestle into pain
Hug suffering
Caress every ache

I play dead
It stops the hurting