| All I do is talk with digits
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| And plastic buttons
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| (They stare right back at me)
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| But when the chance to
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| Live finally shows it self
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| I shut down
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| There’s a cloud in my head telling me to be quiet
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| A desperate struggle
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| These forces tear my head apart
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| This black hole sucks all the joy I fantasise about through tunnels I can’t run
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| down
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| I’ve become a numb shell
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| Too scared to create a thing
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| I’ve fallen down, down, down again
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| I’ve become a numb shell
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| Too scared to create a thing
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| Bye bye baby I’m going away
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| You say it’s real
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| What am I meant to think?
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| It’s like a cage wrapped around my brain
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| You seem to have the key
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| Tucked away beneath the seams
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| Walk away he said
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| «You've had enough, alright!
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| Stop starting through the window
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| Pick up your feet again
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| Open up your eyes, and take a breath
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| Oh breathe it in!»
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| Youll be fine they say
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| But what do they know?
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| I’ve kept it all so hidden inside
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| You couldn’t even find me oh, if you tried
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| I’ve become a numb shell
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| Too scared to create a thing
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| I’ve fallen down, down, down again
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| I’ve become a numb shell
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| Too scared to create a thing
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| Bye bye baby I’m going away
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| It’s all these shadows around me
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| I can’t take this, uncertainty |