It's the whites of the eyes
On the face in the portrait on my wall
I fold
I've left me

To find another way out
I put it out to be violent
I couldn't carry the fault for once
If one is one
Could we call it that?

Things I know and will forever
And I wish I won't
And I wish they'd grow heavy
And fall out of my head

I couldn’t take it anymore
I put it out to be violent
I couldn't carry the fault for once
If one is one
Could we call it that?

I found my other way out
Between a flight and a weapon
And in a daze I'll form a sign
Or word or cry
And call it change
If you want to wake up
Then it's only for mercy
It's long
I know I know
It's long