Unpleasant tingling underneath
my skin makes me feel incomplete.
These glamorous walls are paper thin
but enough to hide your lovely sins.
What a fucked up time to live in.
What a fucked up time to live in.

I love everything but me,
I'm done with all your messed up shit
Everything you say, keeps running in my head.
I can't get enough, neither nor resist

Monday morning, same old story
I got nothing to tell about my boring,
filled with sorrow life in this hell.
Every inch of my body longs for more .
lost kids need something to adore.
thank god I see you in the mirror
I love to see you in the mirror

I love everything but me,
I'm done with all your messed up shit
Everything you say, keeps running in my head.
I can't get enough, neither nor resist

One step further into discontent
Another failed attempt to disconnect.

I love everything but me,
I'm done with all your messed up shit
Everything you say, keeps running in my head.
I have enough but I can't resist