I was such a sucker then Staring at myself in the mirror I thought I was dead I didn't even know my name Theoretical mess and my eyeballs pulling me in I'm never escaping again I can see the blood behind your eye a million times Like the finger is chasing the ground I'm turning inside out I'll never know the back of my brain And I maybe never reach the new sphere raging the waves Sleeping in an empty room Sleeping and afraid of my freedom In the olden plain I like to dream but the nightmares are tough You want the tusk but you don't want to trust I can see the blood behind your eye a million times Like the finger is chasing the ground I'm turning inside out Am I lost between here and there I'm turning inside out Am I lost between here and there I'm turning inside out