they whispered in my ear that it was never up to me,
my breathless moments, all the iron fears
of an age that keeps on eating itself with every morning,
with every morning dew

they are starring at me
from every dark corner - they are breathing to me
they are swarming out in the humid night
telling me how i have to live my life

I'm creeping into the black, through these pounding channels
but their voices in my head, telling me the forgotten sequels

from every dark corner - you're starring at me
the voices in my head
must stop to tell me how i have to life my life

i just couldn't find a reason
to make sense of it all
break free from reallity
escape from the voices in my head

in my head
i'm gonna cut them out of my head
gonna cut them out

carved letters on the crumbling walls
telling me thousand narrations
of a million failed ones
and the colors
the colors fade creeping away