We grasp the future but we are blind
They are getting rid of those who are not inclined
 [bad word] 'round in circles in a drastic pluck
My adrenaline is pushing me but I'm stuck
Why do you think it's right?

We grasp the future but we are blind
This have always been the type of thought I can't deny
Damaging perfection in a vicious blood
is excoriating, but I'm trained to keep my mouth shut

In my eyes we seem to be perfect enemies
And your affections ain't gonna change a thing
In my hopes we never contemplate to meet again
But only question "Did it all exist?"

thousands needles are piercing my skin
As I'm jaded after all the things (that) we have seen. [bad word] the breakdown, release the [bad word] and escape it somehow
Why would you think it's not right?

This endless lesion could be foreseen
But the the bottom line today is a constant game we play to lose or win
 [bad word] 'round in circles in a drastic pluck
My adrenaline is pushing me but I'm stuck
We grasp the future but we are blind and it's about to break now

I'm about to get [bad word] the breakdown, release the [bad word] and escape it somehow
And I'm about to break down and just shed the light