A Hand Without Strength

An empty plate for love & hate, so hungry like they never ateAnd if you fight, noone fights back - 200 killingsNow I know that death is wearing blackA hand that holds me without strength - a hand that touches me without weightThe troops of love are flying out - very angry, very loud- You can see it from the air - when you get hit,You don't know where, and nothings seems fairA hand that holds me without strength a hand that touches me without weightAnd with no flag left to defend - a hand that pushes meAnything as long as you touch me - Touch me - touch me - touch me