I sit trying not to disperce
I try to concentrate
My thoughts refuse this option
But I've got to finish this game

Before it [bad word] [bad word] to denial
Before it sink into my galloping mind

I spin around like a top
My fingers dance on the table
Write down disobedient lines
Before I'll be able

To set free the words written deep down inside me
Let them fall free on the paper
And feel them going away

I slap myself to remember cunning and crafty words
I cut my skin to control
Me scattering mind

Burn my inattentive ears
'Till they can hear sounds of my mind
Write down screams from the inside
To make them fade out

I've got to find the appropriate way
To discribe the beast inside and it's will to jump [bad word] away

I want to strangle my false-cords
I'm gonna cut my ears to hear no sound
I want to catch up with my liquid thoughts
Cut my eyes out to see the only

I want to strangle my false-cords
I'm gonna cut my ears to hear no sound
I want to catch up with my bleeding thoughts
Cut my eyes out to see the only purpose