Texty: Rak. Other. Not I.

Every day I seek to
find some place to rest my
mind and find that I must
dig this whole inside

Take this pain I have to
crawl under this thing called
life, torn by blades.
Insanity has called me

I stand, screaming.
No one hears me.
I hide inside.
No one hears my shattered cries.

Who I am, don't know.
Can't gain my control.
Seems to be, I'll never
find what's really me.

Scrape the walls inside to
find out who I am,
discover my meaning.
Can't see why I'm breathing

(Thanks to Paul for these lyrics)