Writing this letter to whoever hears it Stuck now in your head, in your bed, you feel it Can you feel it I know that now you feel it Failure's not an option but a guarantee and I refuse the fear of what's next Running round in my head All we got's the feeling of uncertainty but I don't really care what's left I don't know what's left Your ink dries from inside, throw it out replace it The words on your wall they won't keep you complacent Can you see it No, you can never heal it Tell me is it real yet? I know that now you feel it Failure's not an option but a guarantee and I refuse the fear of what's next Running round in my head All we got's the feeling of uncertainty but I don't really care what's left I don't know what's left I know that you see it Running round in your head Don't know what is left I don't know what's left Now you see it, I guarantee it's Running round in your head Now I see you asking yourself What the fuck is left Failure's not an option but a guarantee and I refuse the fear of what's next Running round in my head All we got's the feeling of uncertainty but I don't really care what's left What the fuck is left