My head never rests on my shoulders facing the sun   I struggle to walk   The burden of this guilt I hide from you is growing   You'll never know what it is   This is the kind of person that I am   This is the kind of person that I've turned into   In time of song I am the kamikaze dreamer   Clog my own throat;    Swallowed by color tortured slumber   Now flying high I am the kamikaze dreamer   Gauge out my eyes;    Swallowed by color tortured slumer   It becomes harder to breathe or think clearly   Remorse instigates an overkill of self loathing the older I get   So I'll rest my dead beat tongue,   You'll dismiss me anyway