Cut - Intellectual

Take away the pain that I can feel today

My anti-feel, internal scheme to be

Another place, another face, I'll fabricate it all

And make you taste insanity

I can hear it coming crawling after me and consuming me...

Looking for the answers

To questions that were stolen

I'm choking on the ashes

And sinking in a liquid moment

(The moment... the moment...)

And when I get involved with every tiny part of me

I seem to notice all the things I should've had deleted

Complеtely convinced I'm not connectеd

And I never can see it

Never can feel it

But in the meantime

Cut off my lifeline

Who do you think you're becoming now?

Too many pieces tumbled all into one

Take the time to realize that I'm torn

How do you think you'll recover now?

Every morning always comes too soon

I can't believe I'm so incomplete

Nothing to do can bring me back no more

Nothing to do can bring me back

Nothing to do can bring me back no more

Nothing to do can bring me back

Nothing to do can bring me back no more

Nothing to do can bring me back

Nothing to do can bring me back no more

Nothing to do can bring me back

Recovering, recovering, recovering

Recovering, recovering...

I never could see you

I never could be you or

Believe you

Who do you think you're becoming now?

Too many pieces tumbled all into one

Take the time to realize I'm torn

How do you think you'll recover now?

Every morning always comes too soon

I can't believe I'm so incomplete

Went through the motions

But I'll never own myself

It's like a disease in my head

Who am I? Who am I?