Aaah, put inside a box with old pictures,

A capsule where the “was” still is.

Deep down in a cynical mind, to the place where all the loose ends die.

Chelsea, you’ll be alright;

Don’t you dare cry.

Kicked out and pushed aside, don’t mummify.

My-oh-my, you’ve been dying all your life

Liberate your mind.

Too tired of the pictures,

Too tired of the cynical minds.

Grew tired of her shallow life, so she needs a little push in the back sometimes.

Don’t mummify; you better not stop.

To die inside is just a fucking self-hate crime.

My-oh-my, you’ve been dying all your life

Liberate your mind, just push it out.

My-oh-my, you’ve been dying all your life.

Take the fucking box with the pictures,

Burn it to the ground with your doubts inside.

Just give in to the pleasure; stimulate your mind as the flames rise high.

My-oh-my, you’ve been dying all your life.

You took off where your mind shut off when you

Stopped giving in to giving it up.

So take your time to see it burn down,

Not stuck in the boxes.

To liberate your mind, you push it.