and every morning I wake up
like in a bed of nails
my head as heavy as a train
a dream of one ton weight
I can't grow out of me
I see just me
my head
my world
my head
the seed
me grain
me grain
like a strange flower
grey as stone
is growing deep inside
absorbing all the light I need
to see more than black and white
I can't grow out of me
all I see is me
my head
the seed
me grain
me grain
turning my head from left to right
trying to peel off my skin
ignoring I'm running trough a tunnel and never reaching the light
like dancing in leaden shoes
one step forward
three steps back
turning my head from left to right
trying to peel off my skin
ignoring I'm running trough a tunnel and never reaching the light
like dancing in leaden shoes
one step forward
three steps back
that's where I left myself