What I see debris you see a mould
Jaded by the blow
An instant calibration of my head
all the givenâs lost
Treated like a foe
A total cancellation of myself,
On you surface frost
What I see debris you see a mould
No need to pray
No words to say
Your eyes are blind
Iâll run away
I found the way
My sea, your bay
I think this time
Iâll pull away
While you insist in living life
In your bubble
Iâm leaving traces of my skin
on the rubble
Iâm falling
Iâm crawling
Appalling
Nothingâs the same
Iâm falling
Iâm crawling
Appalling
Everythingâs changed
No need to pray
No words to say
Your eyes are blind
Iâll run away
I found the way
My game, your play
I think this time
Iâll get away
Iâm sick if the words
that makes everything nice
I canât justify
furthermore any vice
and thereâs only one
that can wipe out the shame
Whatever I do
it will stay just the same