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deeper indeed.they're digging.and all that is intruiging.will be exposed.for better or for worse.will bedisclosed.once you've spilled your oceansreconciled dramatics.think you might sleep betterif i held your head upright.would you be of any helpwhen the walls come closing in.choking in the pillowswith strangers piling up in here.they're scratching at the doorstepsand breathing in my neck.my fingers trapped motionless,i'm waiting to be fed upon.why think of escapingwhilst i'm held confinedi linger on those lipsSongtextewith bruises on my fingertipsi've been asking for too muchclutching to desiresand as they come and call for me,i don't think that i really caremy feet will not budge an inchand there's no way i can screamapathy takes it's strangleholdtwists and turns,i'm blindfoldchasing sleepless nights away again.closing all those doors on me again.if i dare close these eyes,paralyzed, yet restless.won't they drag me furtheri'm spiralling, then spat outunhealthy prolongationstragic repetitions.it's ripping out my insides,but i'm about to start again. Aus Songtexte Mania