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.