Never quite understood,
eventhough i excepted
a silent surrender.
Once in a lifetime
i felt i could escape
from what dwels inside

Runing from myself,
i found out
that there are somethings
best handeld standing
looking for a clue to what is life
ill never be shrlock holmes
not even banson

Im hardly myself

Trying to fight all the demons inside
i found that im not batman
i just live in a dark cave

Looking at the tv i realised
ill never be there
reach and famous is just another thing i wont be
looking at the mirror
big red lines under my eyes
i knew theres no point in that anymore

Fighting my way out through the back door
it is closed
maybe theres no place to escape to
maybe this is the outside
and the inside is whats closed

Lying on the gournd
awaiting my fate
he fails to come
i should send him a letter and tell him his late
the mail delivery here sucks

Looking for a mail box
...ah...its useless