Moved Hills - Thot

I can’t stop the wind

I can move the hills

But I know it wouldn’t give to me

Anymore than my loneliness

I can’t close my mouth

I can’t shut my eyes

Because the noise I deeply find inside

Is a storm from which you can never hide

I won’t let you feed my issues for your sake

I am the hills mover, from the great escape

I am so hungry

I am so thirsty

I wanted to share all the hills with you

Drink your shit, ‘Bon appétit' to you

I become angry

I become silly

Too late for you, you can’t cross the fields

Too far for you, you will stay out

It’s the price to pay

When you want to share

I won’t let you feed my issues for your sake

I am the hills mover, from the great escape