Looked in your frame 
feel the strain
god, it's [bad word] 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 
myself... (x3)

seem of the time
of the minds are [bad word] ourselves 
melting lines
mixing sign
pictures stuck in my head
wanted more
than a man
teasing all kinds of brains 
why would you end so high then cry after
you failed
you failed (x3)