Tentoongestelde zal de afwas zonder topje, alleen om te pronken met haar tanlines

Sometimes it appears that we're reaching a period when our senses and our minds will no longer respond to moderate stimulation.

Trapped in a nightmare, in my mind everything that I might fear.

And I fight to get by, keep my mind clear. Everything's picking sides and I'm right here.

I'm running from things that I've done in my past, hoping to become someone that can last.

Get out of my way, I'm on the attack. I've something to say and I'm not holding back.