Oh no,
you're a big boy.
Hey,
I have a problem.
I'm being chased around by paranoia.
I have no idea if I'm healed.
There's something in the air and it's holding me.
Puppet of the devil, controlled by other hands.
Caught myself in a net,
full of fear and disgust.
I'm coming out, I climb out.
But the next day I see the scratches on my skin.
I can't get out,
I can't get out,
I can't get out.
I'm going crazy,
I'm going crazy,
I'm going crazy.
I
want to run away from here,
but I'm stuck in a train with the door open.
And
the air pressure rises,
breathing becomes heavier.
Losing contact with reality.
Am I the puppet of myself?
Am I not to be trusted by Satan?
Try to get rid of me, I can't.
I'm lost in the back.
Who's helping me?
I feel so alone in this puppet case.
I have to get out of here, I can't get out.
I'm going crazy,
I'm going crazy,
I'm going crazy.
Everything is gone.
Only my body remains.
Everything is vague.
I'm still what I was.
I'm still what I was.