Pissed off of my brain
I’m drawning into shame
Closed in this square shaped sun
I see thru synthetic drums
Fake fog turns me unbalanced
The ceiling is made of words they speak
Here I feel like in a carnival
I’m free with sounds
You claim to be a tiger
Start to act like a Guinea pig
You’re right guy
I’m the bad guy
Here I feel like in a carnival
I’m free with sounds