Only Child - Steven Wilson

A raven holding to narrow wrist*

Pull it tight

Clothes are torn and the body twists

A single light

The worse the struggle the more you fail

Strands fall down

The more you like it the more it hurts

Why stop now?

An only child

A winning smile

A killing trial

A broken rib and a bloody lip

All in hell*

The fire’s gone and your pride is stripped

A private hell***

You never know why it is** this way

Leave here now

Live through this on another day*

Tonight sleep sound

An only child

A winning smile

A killing trial