Spinning up inside my head
Mark the paper with the led
Try to piece the puzzle of the troubles I am being fed
Comfort clearly is extinct
Name the last time I could think
I miss a time, where I'd cry, about the thoughts of a simple mind
I'm not feeling like myself, much rather be someone else
And I know that you don't care, about my own warfare
I still breath but I am dead, resurrect me from my head
Calling thy deaths head there, and then tie up my fears
And I know that you don't care, about my own warfare
I still breath but I am dead, resurrect me from my head
Make me feel like I'm at use
Call in thy deaths head there, and then tie up fears
And I know that you don't care, about my own warfare
I still breath but I am dead, resurrect me from my head
Make me feel like I'm at use