| My head is empty, but it’s full with useless things
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| It feels like it’s someone else who is pulling on my strings
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| How can I fight this war when I’m about to lose control?
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| Despair and anguish are the struggles of my soul
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| So insecurity is all that I am
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| Oh God, what’s the point of this? |
| I’ll never understand
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| My mind is raging, but my heart is beating calmly like before
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| And now I hear the voices call my name, I’m slowly fading
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| You can see my heart right through the skin and all my bones
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| I am trapped in a puppet show, so I’m still on my own
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| I am so curious what my life could’ve been
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| I need a helping hand before I cave in
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| It feels like a curse, and it will break all my bones
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| But I’ll survive somehow 'cause my heart is made of stone
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| Everything is different to what it used to be
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| I suffer every day and wish to break free
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| My mind is raging, but my heart is beating calmly like before
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| And now I hear the voices call my name, I’m slowly fading
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| You can see my heart right through the skin and all my bones
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| I am trapped in a puppet show, so I’m still on my own
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| But inside of my heart, there survives a spark
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| Enlightening my sight and clearing my thoughts
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| But inside of my heart, there survives a spark
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| Enlightening my sight and clearing my thoughts
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| My mind is raging, but my heart is beating calmly like before
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| And now I hear the voices call my name, I’m slowly fading
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| You can see my heart right through the skin and all my bones
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| I am trapped in a puppet show, so I’m still on my own
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| How can I fight this war when I’m about to lose control?
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| Despair and anguish are the struggles of my soul |