I was such a sucker then
Staring at myself in the mirror
I thought I was dead
I didn't even know my name
Theoretical mess and my eyeballs pulling me in
I'm never escaping again
I can see the blood behind your eye a million times
Like the finger is chasing the ground
I'm turning inside out
I'll never know the back of my brain
And I maybe never reach the new sphere raging the waves
Sleeping in an empty room
Sleeping and afraid of my freedom
In the olden plain
I like to dream but the nightmares are tough
You want the tusk but you don't want to trust
I can see the blood behind your eye a million times
Like the finger is chasing the ground
I'm turning inside out
Am I lost between here and there
I'm turning inside out
Am I lost between here and there
I'm turning inside out
