On the floor, petrified

By phobias in mind’s eye

I fantasize of white lies

To broadcast for peace of mind

Wish there was some comfort I

Haven’t heard before

I feel nothing left

I mourn for a gift of words

I feel nothing left

I mourn being immature

I feel nothing left

I mourn for a gift of words

I feel nothing left

I mourn being immature

On the floor, petrified

By phobias in mind’s eye

I fantasize of white lies

To broadcast for peace of mind

Wish there was some comfort I

Haven’t heard before

Walking right, walking finе

Say hello, say goodbye

How I miss the sunlight

Clumsy hеad, wandered off

Forgive the words, they might be lost

Before you walk, you learn to crawl

Bandaged wounds, bandaged heart

Beating strong, it falls apart

Blood fills the hollow only for so long

Suffocate, suffocate

Another space to desecrate

Uprooted, I do not belong

Constantly wandering

With willpower, I would disappear

Pushed down and pondering

The consequence of letting go of fear

To go on with paper cuts

And let every movement sting to the core

Reminded of every touch

Imprinted on skin and broken soul

I ask (I ask) for nothing more

Than release (release) in any of its forms

I ask (I ask) for nothing more

Than release (release) in any of its forms

I ask (I ask) for nothing more

Than release (release) in any of its forms

I ask (I ask) for nothing more

Than release (release) in any of its forms