Worthless - Bosnian Rainbows

Sister, I feel the rain grow old

So old and brittle, so old and feeble

The pain is worthless

Sister, I feel the rain grow old

Sister, I feel the rain grow old and blue

Blue like your dead insides, insides!

Sister, I’ve seen the years by

Miles of dust sustaining life;

so blue

Blue like your dead insides, insides, insides…

The world is worthless

But I… I will live… live on!

And I live live… live on

Live on!