| 作词 : Jacobs, Miguel, Saller ... | |
| Paranoia is the insect worming its way | |
| Through my subconscious thoughts | |
| It's the larva of my self doubt | |
| Gestating in my heart as I spiral down | |
| And everything I touch is breaking | |
| And it falls to earth in splinters | |
| And I shiver as every splinter | |
| Finds its way underneath my skin | |
| And after 22 years I can still make my skin crawl | |
| Every shortcoming, a pitfall | |
| On my way to making amends | |
| Within myself to be what I became | |
| Sometimes it feels like the whole wide world | |
| Has made itself my enemy | |
| But I will stand upon my own two feet | |
| And raise my head up | |
| I lick my wounds | |
| Trying to cleanse the infection | |
| Rabid and diseased reality fades away | |
| When I pushed myself too far | |
| A dream of emotional perfection | |
| Has left a wounded heart | |
| Trying to perceive the gifts inherent inside me | |
| It's like squeezing the trigger | |
| It's like opening fire | |
| On everyone who's let me down | |
| On every beautiful lie that is only fiction | |
| For the first time | |
| I'm losing control and I like it | |
| Freedom feels like the noose is gone |
| zuo ci : Jacobs, Miguel, Saller ... | |
| Paranoia is the insect worming its way | |
| Through my subconscious thoughts | |
| It' s the larva of my self doubt | |
| Gestating in my heart as I spiral down | |
| And everything I touch is breaking | |
| And it falls to earth in splinters | |
| And I shiver as every splinter | |
| Finds its way underneath my skin | |
| And after 22 years I can still make my skin crawl | |
| Every shortcoming, a pitfall | |
| On my way to making amends | |
| Within myself to be what I became | |
| Sometimes it feels like the whole wide world | |
| Has made itself my enemy | |
| But I will stand upon my own two feet | |
| And raise my head up | |
| I lick my wounds | |
| Trying to cleanse the infection | |
| Rabid and diseased reality fades away | |
| When I pushed myself too far | |
| A dream of emotional perfection | |
| Has left a wounded heart | |
| Trying to perceive the gifts inherent inside me | |
| It' s like squeezing the trigger | |
| It' s like opening fire | |
| On everyone who' s let me down | |
| On every beautiful lie that is only fiction | |
| For the first time | |
| I' m losing control and I like it | |
| Freedom feels like the noose is gone |
| zuò cí : Jacobs, Miguel, Saller ... | |
| Paranoia is the insect worming its way | |
| Through my subconscious thoughts | |
| It' s the larva of my self doubt | |
| Gestating in my heart as I spiral down | |
| And everything I touch is breaking | |
| And it falls to earth in splinters | |
| And I shiver as every splinter | |
| Finds its way underneath my skin | |
| And after 22 years I can still make my skin crawl | |
| Every shortcoming, a pitfall | |
| On my way to making amends | |
| Within myself to be what I became | |
| Sometimes it feels like the whole wide world | |
| Has made itself my enemy | |
| But I will stand upon my own two feet | |
| And raise my head up | |
| I lick my wounds | |
| Trying to cleanse the infection | |
| Rabid and diseased reality fades away | |
| When I pushed myself too far | |
| A dream of emotional perfection | |
| Has left a wounded heart | |
| Trying to perceive the gifts inherent inside me | |
| It' s like squeezing the trigger | |
| It' s like opening fire | |
| On everyone who' s let me down | |
| On every beautiful lie that is only fiction | |
| For the first time | |
| I' m losing control and I like it | |
| Freedom feels like the noose is gone |
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