This is an obsession, a kind of aggression with himselfIt's
Lonely [x8]
I am alone, surrounded by
The color blue
Inside a poem,
It?s dark in here, visions are flashing into my head
As
Turn your ugly face, are you so surprised to see
Quiet now in sleepy dreams
To me it seems the only
I am here again
Tied up in your torture frame
Printed paper,
Rain drain my play away
Sun gun me down and burn
How can it feel so nice?Why does it feel so
When my body wants to gotell me will my mind
I am a mirror with no reflection
I am a razor
You, you come to meSo perfectly yeahSo perfectly madeAnd yeah