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Is this real or is it a dream? I can't seem to tell the difference anymore Caught between needing and the need to be real Your open arms gaping like a busted sore I turn and burn my back like a rack Your tourniquet twists me dangerous red I breathe in the air, it's pavement grey It shrinks my skin, and I've done nothing wrong I drop to my knees, I work my skin I feel this life pumping right through me Love and death die on the dirty floor Your upturned face doesn't even see That this is all I'll ever have Because I don't know what I want But there's something inside Something inside Something inside And I've done nothing wrong My voice is nothing, my thoughts are nothing In many respects I'm like you - nothing I've done nothing wrong Aus Songtexte Mania