On the floor, petrified
By phobias in mind’s eye
I fantasize of white lies
To broadcast for peace of mind
Wish there was some comfort I
Haven’t heard before

I feel nothing left
I mourn for a gift of words
I feel nothing left
I mourn being immature

I feel nothing left
I mourn for a gift of words
I feel nothing left
I mourn being immature

On the floor, petrified
By phobias in mind’s eye
I fantasize of white lies
To broadcast for peace of mind
Wish there was some comfort I
Haven’t heard before

Walking right, walking finе
Say hello, say goodbye
How I miss the sunlight
Clumsy hеad, wandered off
Forgive the words, they might be lost
Before you walk, you learn to crawl

Bandaged wounds, bandaged heart
Beating strong, it falls apart
Blood fills the hollow only for so long

Suffocate, suffocate
Another space to desecrate
Uprooted, I do not belong

Constantly wandering
With willpower, I would disappear
Pushed down and pondering
The consequence of letting go of fear
To go on with paper cuts
And let every movement sting to the core
Reminded of every touch
Imprinted on skin and broken soul

I ask (I ask) for nothing more
Than release (release) in any of its forms
I ask (I ask) for nothing more
Than release (release) in any of its forms
I ask (I ask) for nothing more
Than release (release) in any of its forms
I ask (I ask) for nothing more
Than release (release) in any of its forms