I taught myself to hide and deny all I thought about,
But today I can't even stop myself.
When I look in the mirror, it's not me but an alter ego.
When I make fall the thumbtacks, when I tear off the walls,
I get catecholamines taking over my dead body.
Whoever is in me now, they're not who I ever thought I'd be.
I wanna die but I don't want her to die,
And that's why I'm scared.
Do you really think I know, why my body is boiling with rage?
I'm scared because I don't know what I'd be able to do if you give me carte blanche.
They're not gonna lose her, because she's already dead,
They'll have the over detrimental clone living in my brain.
They're gonna cut my legs and arms, they'll whip my back and bite my hands.
All of this, because I'll become an arriviste,
I'll ripe out everything and everyone on my path.
Maybe I'm sick, and I probably am,
But what's sickness when you don't have any medicine to blurry your mistakes?
I'm now just a free sinner ready to burn everyone and even itself to the ground.
I hate liking it and I think I'm getting weak.
