My head never rests on my shoulders facing the sun

I struggle to walk

The burden of this guilt I hide from you is growing

You'll never know what it is

This is the kind of person that I am

This is the kind of person i've turned into

In time of song I am the kamikaze dreamer

Clog my own throat; swallowed by color-tortured slumber

Now flying high I am the kamikaze dreamer

Gouge out my eyes; swallowed by color-tortured slumber

It becomes harder to breathe or think clearly

Remorse instigates an overkill of self-loathing the older I get

So I'll rest my deadbeat tongue, you'll dismiss me anyway