Maybe a glimpse of a life
not suited for my eyes
As there´s nothing in my mind
and much less in my heart
I play the music so loud
perhaps my head will shut down
And now I close my eyes
and imagine me alive
So I've become obsessive
with washing my hands
as they are the ones
that feel the world around
Maybe I'm detached
or maybe I've gone mad
I see the world keeps spinning
and I am here... stuck
