My mind's in turmoil, there's no denying Alienation and depression are the recipe for rotting

But at least these feelings are my own

Different people, same conversation

Lacking any depth or feel and also screaming desolation

Is crumbling my way into salvation"You're pathetic, you're a shame!" but

All your thoughts are just the same and

If it weren't for the name you could

Be anybody - boring and plain!

Introspection is my only caress

When identity is slowly layed to rest

Nothing new to say

That even you mumbling or just another fucker in your head that just cannot stop fumbling

And you think that shit is true

I can't decide upon which is worse

Explore this wasteland or be left to rot like a corpse?

It might as well all be in vain

Your souls are locked

Behind bars of twisted delusion

Don't you have some contrition?

Can't you hear their aching cries?

Introspection is my only caress

When identity is slowly layed to rest

Can someone for once just speak his mind?

And join me before we're all suppressed

Well then fuck you all!

Introspection is my only caress

When identity is slowly layed to rest

Can someone for once just speak his mind?

And join me before we're all suppressed