All I do is talk with digits, 
 And plastic buttons, 
 (They stare right back at me). 
 But when the chance to live 
 finally shows it self, 
 I shut down. 

 There's a cloud in my head telling me to be quiet, 
 desperate [bad word]  
 These forces tear my head apart, 
 This black hole sucks all the joy I fantasise about through tunnels I [bad word] down. 

 I've [bad word] a numb shell, 
 Too scared to create a thing. 
 I've fallen down, down, down again. 
 I've [bad word] a numb shell. 
 Too scared to create a thing. 
 Bye bye baby I'm going away. 

 You say it's real, 
 What am I meant to think? 
 It's like a cage wrapped around my brain. 
 You seem to have the key, 
 Tucked away beneath the seams. 
 Walk away he said, 
 "You've had enough, alright! 
 Stop staring through the window 
 Pick up your feet again, 
 Open up your eyes, and take a breath, 
 Oh breathe it in!" 

 You''ll be fine they say, 
 But what do they know? 
 I've kept it all so hidden inside. 
 You couldn't even find me oh, if you tried. 

 I've [bad word] a numb shell, 
 Too scared to create a thing. 
 I've fallen down, down, down again. 
 I've [bad word] a numb shell. 
 Too scared to create a thing. 
 Bye bye baby I'm going away. 

 It's all these shadows around me. 
 I can't take this uncertainty.