how can i change the world if i can´t even change myself?
i cannot change the way i am?
i don´t know, i don´t know.
i take a look at the world behind these eyes,
every nook, every cranny reorganize,
realize my face don´t fit the way i feel.
what´s real?
i need a mirror to check my face is in place,
incase of upheaval, fundamental movement below,
what´s really going on i want to know,
but yo, we don´t show on the outside, so slide.
just below my skin i´m screaming...
i need a mirror for my spirit,
yeah, can you feel it?
when i get deep, want to hear myself sleep,
not drowning, tumbling around and around in the voices
like a crowd in my head so loud,
i wonder what it´s like to be dead,
i hope it´s quiet, noise in my head like a riot,
any remedy you have for me i´ll try it.
just below my skin i´m screaming...
i´m going deep, so deep that i can´t sleep,
the pills ain´t cheep but the bills are steep,
so i [?] with a booze and a spiff,
try to snooze,
but who´s dreaming, this is win or loose,
put down the drink, try not to think,
let it go, fundamental movement below,
and yo, reality is dreaming,
just below my skin i´m screaming...