I thought I would mutate Into a different thing Get a gentle core Under scarified skin But I still sleep with the lights on So many wars I haven't won Structurize it, organize it, arrange and file it But my head is still a minefield I thought I would transform Into this different thing Get a gentle core Under scarified skin But I still walk these empty roads With clenched fists in my coat Structurize it, organize it, arrange and file it But my head is still a minefield I do not fit in Reject everything I do not fit in Repulse everything.