Maybe this is all that I am
all these parts, they never fit, they’re never whole
they are making me feel so weak so wrong
Maybe this is all that I am
My mind slips through life that should be new
but unfortunately looks so untrue
we just keep on setting up things we’ll never use
we keep on saving nerve as it was a raincheck
Isn’t it all just about fear?
Isn’t it how you feel like, dear?
Truth become dead stock
while most of us is buying someone else’s dream
we just keep on fighting in defense of
our self-indulgence
we keep on wasting time
like we don’t own ourselves.
Isn’t it all just about fear?
Isn’t it how you feel like, dear?
Eat your way out of fear
(Isn’t it all just about patterns that)
As a mouse with his labyrinth
(we can’t help following)
SOund36 ringrazia Livia Ferri, Martha Ter Horst e Sfera Cubica
