One day my head will explode.
I always thought I was happy,
because everybody wanted that,
but what if I ain't happy?
All these thoughts,
all these ideas,
they fly around in my mind.
My memories,
I can't even remember,
are they really mine?
The past,
it's black,
it's a hole,
I don't have a past.
The lies and the truth,
lies come out,
but the truth is hiding,
far,
far away in my head,
so it never will come out.
The pressure in my head,
is killing me.
I dissurve it,
but I don't won't to end like this.
I never wanted this,
this kind of life.
I've always been hiding myself,
and now I showed myself.
I have been hated,
because I'm not like everybody else,
I'm different.
I'm a got and a metalhead foreer,
no one will take that away from me,
not anymore.