Operation: Throat Cutting

Every day i sink, in childhood memories.
My mind is eternally insane.
But i don't complain.
We pass each other everyday.
But we have nothing to say.
Although you're beautiful. Perhaps you're no fool.

But i'm so sick and tired to live my life.
I don't care at all. I just want to die.

I'm not sad, i'm just frustrated,
with everything what happens inside my mind.
I just want to be myself, instead of someone else.
This is hell, i know it too well.

Every day i die, away from reality.
And what is insanity? I know,
i am getting out of point.
All the time i lie to myself.
That everything is going to be okay.
But it isn't so, i'm just getting old and bald.

I jump off the stage, i don't want to play.
Am i going insane or am i just afraid?

We can't live, we are just machines of society.
And it feels like, it feels like i can't breathe.
No i can't breathe this polluted air.
It's so unfair, but i don't care. In any way. No way..

It's just the same old song.
It cuts my heart and it cuts my soul.
It's just the same old song.
It rips me apart and cuts my throat.
I am so real, i can bleed and feel.
I can hear and see. I am here and i don't fear.