You try to breathe more deeply As your mind flows, twisted out of your head Stained from all the sins you know
All the flaws you discovered Living one from another Does anybody care about anything you know
You’re hanging, you sway, you’re running away You scurry, you’re the son of a loaded gun You’re a black hole disguised in the middle of your iris You’re a suffering silence
You’re a hypo, you’re a vein, you’re crawling on your fate You’re a whore once taken for a saint by mistake You’re a glitter of the fake, you’re a cumber on your way You’re a suffering silence
And you feel like a splinter in your brains middle Waiting for a change that’s never going to come You’ve shut the door, heart broken, things left unspoken But do you have a glimmer of where you really go