The Rage is gettin´ me sweating.
I know There are things i´ve created,
They´ve been created not to be seen.
My eyes are turning red,
My teeth are deep in your flesh.
Hatred and pity for your fate are burning.
My fatal hit for you is still longing to be used.
Like the bridges from my past,
The ones that I despise,
Are the ones that are coming undone.
I cannot see why my life has been lived,
But I know it´s gettin´ too late for us.
The minute I first saw you, was the time when I took my fall.
I cannot reverse myself to what I used to be,
I used to feel, I used to see, this world so obscene.
Another memory, I rip it off like a paperdoll.
One more polaroid, I tear it to pieces.
My feelings, I shred them up, I dont want them.
I dont need ém, I dont need anything.
But me....I want to have myself back to me.
