作词 : Jacobs, Miguel, Saller ... | |
Paranoia is the insect worming its way | |
Through my subconscious thoughts | |
It's the larva of my self doubt | |
Gestating in my heart as I spiral down | |
And everything I touch is breaking | |
And it falls to earth in splinters | |
And I shiver as every splinter | |
Finds its way underneath my skin | |
And after 22 years I can still make my skin crawl | |
Every shortcoming, a pitfall | |
On my way to making amends | |
Within myself to be what I became | |
Sometimes it feels like the whole wide world | |
Has made itself my enemy | |
But I will stand upon my own two feet | |
And raise my head up | |
I lick my wounds | |
Trying to cleanse the infection | |
Rabid and diseased reality fades away | |
When I pushed myself too far | |
A dream of emotional perfection | |
Has left a wounded heart | |
Trying to perceive the gifts inherent inside me | |
It's like squeezing the trigger | |
It's like opening fire | |
On everyone who's let me down | |
On every beautiful lie that is only fiction | |
For the first time | |
I'm losing control and I like it | |
Freedom feels like the noose is gone |
zuo ci : Jacobs, Miguel, Saller ... | |
Paranoia is the insect worming its way | |
Through my subconscious thoughts | |
It' s the larva of my self doubt | |
Gestating in my heart as I spiral down | |
And everything I touch is breaking | |
And it falls to earth in splinters | |
And I shiver as every splinter | |
Finds its way underneath my skin | |
And after 22 years I can still make my skin crawl | |
Every shortcoming, a pitfall | |
On my way to making amends | |
Within myself to be what I became | |
Sometimes it feels like the whole wide world | |
Has made itself my enemy | |
But I will stand upon my own two feet | |
And raise my head up | |
I lick my wounds | |
Trying to cleanse the infection | |
Rabid and diseased reality fades away | |
When I pushed myself too far | |
A dream of emotional perfection | |
Has left a wounded heart | |
Trying to perceive the gifts inherent inside me | |
It' s like squeezing the trigger | |
It' s like opening fire | |
On everyone who' s let me down | |
On every beautiful lie that is only fiction | |
For the first time | |
I' m losing control and I like it | |
Freedom feels like the noose is gone |
zuò cí : Jacobs, Miguel, Saller ... | |
Paranoia is the insect worming its way | |
Through my subconscious thoughts | |
It' s the larva of my self doubt | |
Gestating in my heart as I spiral down | |
And everything I touch is breaking | |
And it falls to earth in splinters | |
And I shiver as every splinter | |
Finds its way underneath my skin | |
And after 22 years I can still make my skin crawl | |
Every shortcoming, a pitfall | |
On my way to making amends | |
Within myself to be what I became | |
Sometimes it feels like the whole wide world | |
Has made itself my enemy | |
But I will stand upon my own two feet | |
And raise my head up | |
I lick my wounds | |
Trying to cleanse the infection | |
Rabid and diseased reality fades away | |
When I pushed myself too far | |
A dream of emotional perfection | |
Has left a wounded heart | |
Trying to perceive the gifts inherent inside me | |
It' s like squeezing the trigger | |
It' s like opening fire | |
On everyone who' s let me down | |
On every beautiful lie that is only fiction | |
For the first time | |
I' m losing control and I like it | |
Freedom feels like the noose is gone |