Scratch the Skin

I cannot act anymore

Only react once more

The goddamn itch on my brain

I conceal with other pains

I tried to plan all my days

But who could stop the changes?

And when the pressure prevails

I have to use my fingernails

I find my flesh

Where I thought to find my soul

Call me victim

My favourite role

No reason to find

It's not my body, it's my mind

Suffering here all alone

I'm getting down to the bones

You tell me nothing will last

But am I aging too fast?

Still I am locked in this shell

Allergic to my own self

I find my flesh

Where I thought to find my soul

Call me victim

My favourite role

Who doesn't need

Need to be free?

I scratch the skin

I scratch the skin

That imprisons me

Everything else

Failed when I tried

To find myself

I Scratch the skin to get outside

You tell me nothing will last

But am I aging too fast?

Still I am locked in this shell

Allergic to my own self