Lyrics

Times when I think I could lose my head And my castle seems chapped Too much input for a tight cone And this pressure misleads to react As a strolling shell in a self made hell Was it me approving this step Did I split myself turn the hand to twelve Forcing illness through the last gap Build up my home again Building a new home needs solid ground Tearing the old (tearing the old) Raising a blank room feeling unbound Tearing the old Times when I think who controls my days I'm not sure if it's me Too much debt to call me crossbench And what's left of the urge to stay free As a strolling shell in a self made hell Was it me approving this step Did I split myself turn the hand to twelve Forcing illness through the last gap Counting my days there are so many ways 100.1000 A million steps back from my fate From time to time disturbance rising The jar's impending to overflow...