Fucked up
Where did I come from?
Can't get a grip on the shit I'm under
I love to dream, not when I dream of problems
I like to think that I'm on top of all of them
If not the drugs I need order
I need a cellophane border
Beneath the haze always fighting for more
I can't seem to close that fucking door
No space to breathe
Nothing left to bleed
What still remains?
Beneath my skin
What have I become?
Fighting against the hands of time
Til I self-destruct
It's automatic and I know
I know this is my design
I saw the world
Through innocent eyes
I never wanted to change
Or live this life
Still the record spins
The pain it never ends
This is a poison
That's gonna take every fortune
If slowly losing control is all you know then
You will fall under the dirt of the world you ruin
Beneath my skin
What have I become?
Fighting against the hands of time
Til I self-destruct
It's automatic and I know
I know this is my design
If not the drugs I need order
I need a cellophane border
Beneath the haze always fighting for more
I'll never close this door
And I know
I know this is my design
This is my design
