[verse : kaythenum]
They tend to misunderstand the paper man with scissor hands who watches the hourgla** for grains of sand
To fall and fall again as he pretends that everything he lays on his hands doesn't turn to shreds
But why oh why does he persist to hide when they insist to try to come outside from the shell he lives inside
Kaythenum's hypnotized and Despite the lies he sits and waits to die Cause he can't find no words to explain the Rain all his emotions are transformed and now became pain
He's alive with a black hole empy in space And he sits infront of the mirror and he's face to face with sadness, Confusion his patience hes loosing
He's substance abusing he's one with the musik And he needs a little something to dial it all back cause he's running in race but he's not on track. I smoke alot of cigaratte and hope for the best But sometimes that cigaratte is just smoke in the chest, I lay in the bed but i nothing new with getting rest Instead i use it as an escape from all the mess
Nothing seems to matter I'm getting sadder and sadder