A thousand vials of adrenalin
Couldn't save me from me
In the quietest moments
I can see we're not free
And where are we going?
With this living hell
In the quietest moments
I can claim we're well
But we're raging all the time
You don't see it
You can cover it well
Sometimes fool yourself
And shrieking silent
I dream that dream that dream
that dream...
...Many hands surround me
Buried alive
My mouth is cotton
And rotten inside
I forsake beauty
Truthful but once
In the quietest moments
We come undone, , ,
And we're raging all the time
You don't see it
We can cover it well
Sometimes fool ourselves
And shrieking silent
I dream that dream that dream
that dream
A thousand vials of adrenalin
Couldn't save me from me
In the quietest moments
I can see I'm not free
And where am I going?
With this living hell
In the quietest moments
I can claim I'm well...
