After a few days of losing time and energy

I realize what causes my all anxiety

A big, bloody, scary moon

Was heading in front of me, in front of me

No, but think about it

I'm disoriented

No, but think about it

I'm disoriented, lost soul

This is what is happening to me

I'm bored of mediocrity around me, around me

Spending days and years looking for my identity

I guess I have to find it within a community

No, but think about it

I'm disoriented

Somehow, I created them

Somehow, I create it

This time I recognize that I can't hide behind

Any lies, like others or composers

'Cause music is my exorcism

Oh, music is my exorcism

No, but think about it

I'm disoriented

Somehow, I created them

Somehow, I create it

No, but think about it

I'm disoriented

Somehow, I created them

Somehow, I create it

No, but think about it

(But, no, but think about it)

I'm disoriented

(I'm disoriented)

Somehow, I create it

(But, no, but think about it)

Somehow, I create it

(I'm disoriented)

But music is my exorcism

Oh, music is my exorcism

Oh, music is my exorcism

Oh, music is my exorcism