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I see all the faces |
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All the ugly faces |
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I'd like to kill them all |
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But not still hurt them all |
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I want to feel the knife inside |
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Oh God, don't hurt me now |
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What should I do when the voices tell me to lie? |
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Time's running out, system's falling down |
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Time has run out, system will crash down |
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I'm lost in my room |
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Can't find my way out |
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It's all just the same |
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Should I cry, should I smile? |
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It's a schizophrenia, just a schizophrenia |
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Voices in my head, can't make them stop |
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It's a schizophrenia, just a schizophrenia |
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Who should I believe inside my mind? |
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I am waiting for something |
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Waiting for the clarity |
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Hope strangles to survive |
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War is our everyday life |
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But as time passes by |
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Battle is lost, against time |
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What the hell should I do |
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When the voices tell me to die? |
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Now all have been seen |
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All is said and done to me |
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Nothing gives the satisfaction... |
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Now the knife is inside, wounds are open wide |
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I open my head for you, so look inside |
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So here I am |
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Here I make my final stand |
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In this world full of lies |
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So here I am |
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Here where it all began |
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Now I think I understand |
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There's nothing in here, nothing to hold near |
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So be right here |
