Why can’t I speak my mind, feel what I need to keep back rage
These thoughts are in my hands, and released by the tension squeezed from them
When you fill my head you shatter it
We’ve sung the same song for so long now i’ve stopped singing it
The dark corridors, which you call your life
Are mere mouse holes to me
You don’t know how much I care
You don’t know how much I care
You don’t know how much I care
You don’t know how much I care