Locked in your frame feel the strain 
Got a crash in my head 
Wanted love wanted fame 
Got a flick on my face 
Dive for shell got your [bad word] And thoughts you’d never tell
Keep it up cut me up  [bad word] myself 
Sin of the time, of the minds 
Are [bad word] ourselves 
Melting ligns, mixing signs 
Pictures stuck in my head 
Wanted more than a man 
Teasing all kinds of brains 
Why would you aim so high 
Then cry after you failed

Holy Jesus, Holy Help us, Holy Christ, Holy Mary, Holy Jesus Christ Help us, Please Help us, Please help us Help us, Help Us!...
Caught by the pressure of time [bad word] after my fate 
Thought of all what we missed 
Spent everything we’ve made 
Fake it all through the life 
Poisoned by all your lies 
Dragged me down at your end 
And makes me want to hide