Fucked up Where did I come from? Can't get a grip on the shit I'm under I love to dream, not when I dream of problems I like to think that I'm on top of all of them If not the drugs I need order I need a cellophane border Beneath the haze always fighting for more I can't seem to close that fucking door No space to breathe Nothing left to bleed What still remains? Beneath my skin What have I become? Fighting against the hands of time Til I self-destruct It's automatic and I know I know this is my design I saw the world Through innocent eyes I never wanted to change Or live this life Still the record spins The pain it never ends This is a poison That's gonna take every fortune If slowly losing control is all you know then You will fall under the dirt of the world you ruin Beneath my skin What have I become? Fighting against the hands of time Til I self-destruct It's automatic and I know I know this is my design If not the drugs I need order I need a cellophane border Beneath the haze always fighting for more I'll never close this door And I know I know this is my design This is my design