| Staring into the distance |
| Screaming out at the walls, yeah |
| I’m so, so invisible |
| Can’t see my hands in front of me |
| Falling into your silence |
| Your sick and beautiful, yeah |
| So strange and violent little show |
| You know you waste your pretty face |
| Having a breakdown |
| Having a breakdown |
| Are you having a breakdown |
| Having a breakdown |
| I don’t wanna be part of the scenery |
| I got to break through all the machinery |
| It’s no use, I can’t breathe and I’m feeling dead |
| It’s so cold like a gun up to my head |
| Tell me your little nothings |
| You read between the lines, then |
| I’m full and tainted even more |
| You don’t think I’ll find you anyway |
| Having a breakdown |
| Having a breakdown |
| Are you having a breakdown |
| Having a breakdown |
| I don’t wanna be part of the scenery |
| I got to break through all the machinery |
| It’s no use, I can’t breathe and I’m feeling dead |
| It’s so cold like a gun up to my head |
| Staring into the distance |
| Screaming out at the walls, yeah |
| I’m so, so invisible |
| Can’t see my hands in front of me |
| Having a breakdown |
| Having a breakdown |
| Are you having a breakdown |
| Having a breakdown |
| I don’t wanna be part of the scenery |
| I got to break through all the machinery |
| It’s no use, I can’t breathe and I’m feeling dead |
| It’s so cold like a gun up to my head |