Bumbing in circles over and over
 Sounds paradox, but that's how it is
 For I'm spinning in circles and still
 I am crushing at corners, my borders,
 My pain threshold, at myself
 Over and over

 I run, still I'm not moving
 I breath, still I suffocate
 I pray, still I don't expect
 I gave my heart, did I?

 Crying, but tears ain't flowing
 Screaming, silent I remain
 Hiding, but still to be seen
 Dying like an animal in his cage

 Looked up, freezed up, walls that I can't climb up
 Crashing against borders that I've been building up
 Encircled by the stubbornness, my fake unconsciousness
 And if I strip down to my bones, what do I have to see

 I am the enemy

 So now I am stranded and someone has to pay for this.
 Point me someone who's responsible, whom I can blame
 Through all this shit the mirror shows, it shows me.