MIDDLE OF NOWHERE
I wanted to write about someone
But nobody matters to me
I wanted to scream for something
But nothing really concerns me
I hate to erase myself for others
Switching my face for some boring words
I thought living lonely was an answer
Too stressed out, it could've been easier
Being a "forgotten" wasn't a problem
I saw it like a form of freedom
But my anxiety has returned
With bad feelings, I'm like broken
Zombie zombie body zombie zombie being
Sicky sicky head in a heavy skin
Fr-ck fr-ck scratchs in my inner beat
Freaky freaky dreams
Hourglass lags, all my memories spin
Drowned in a million snippets
My psy says I need a life clean
My sick brain shows the opposite
Past and the future are the same thing
Hell, or Heaven, blurry boundary
Distorts past, burry history
Talking to myself, social misery
I fell of my ladder ladder ladder ladder
With an anticipated certainty deeper within a nightmare
In this fucking hell
I fell of my ladder ladder ladder ladder
With an anticipated certainty deeper within a nightmare
In this fucking hell
Egomania, miserable reason
Walls in my room are like a prison
Stuck in the past, dated rhythm
Sixties waves in headphones
Where I am, I don't really know
With dead trees on an old road
Sun is shining from a high spot
Enlightening the sky, like a hell blot
I'll be back later later later later
Wanna let the sunrise burning me in the middle of nowhere
I'll be back later later later later
Wanna let the sunrise burning me in the middle of nowhere
A studio is like a backroom, scary structures, without texture
Everything is empty around me
But that's still a fucking mess, unwelcoming
Colors are dying everywhere there
Where I go, why am I there, I don't really care, I wanna walk away
But where am I, why this lane
I'll go straight until the end of the day
I search myself in a spooky place
Stuck with me in the middle of nowhere
Some whisperers are surrounding me
Under the ground and within the wind
There's no way out, dead are coming
Stuck with me in the middle of nowhere
These scary wraiths are forcing me
To brave my fails, my own memories
Hourglass lags, all my memories spin
Drowned in a million snippets
My psy says I need a life clean
My sick brain shows the opposite
Showing me a place that I don't know
With dead trees on an old road
Sun is shining from a high spot
Burning off the sky, like a hell blot
I'll be back later later later later
Wanna let the sunrise quenching me in the middle of nowhere
In this fucking hell
I'll be back later later later later
Wanna let the sunrise quenching me in the middle of nowhere
In this fucking hell
Please pray for me, please pray for me, pray God for me
I feel lost, I feel scared, I feel lonely in this hell
I'm maybe the last dreaming zombie on earth
Last zombie on earth, last zombie on earth
But nobody matters to me
I wanted to scream for something
But nothing really concerns me
I hate to erase myself for others
Switching my face for some boring words
I thought living lonely was an answer
Too stressed out, it could've been easier
Being a "forgotten" wasn't a problem
I saw it like a form of freedom
But my anxiety has returned
With bad feelings, I'm like broken
Zombie zombie body zombie zombie being
Sicky sicky head in a heavy skin
Fr-ck fr-ck scratchs in my inner beat
Freaky freaky dreams
Hourglass lags, all my memories spin
Drowned in a million snippets
My psy says I need a life clean
My sick brain shows the opposite
Past and the future are the same thing
Hell, or Heaven, blurry boundary
Distorts past, burry history
Talking to myself, social misery
I fell of my ladder ladder ladder ladder
With an anticipated certainty deeper within a nightmare
In this fucking hell
I fell of my ladder ladder ladder ladder
With an anticipated certainty deeper within a nightmare
In this fucking hell
Egomania, miserable reason
Walls in my room are like a prison
Stuck in the past, dated rhythm
Sixties waves in headphones
Where I am, I don't really know
With dead trees on an old road
Sun is shining from a high spot
Enlightening the sky, like a hell blot
I'll be back later later later later
Wanna let the sunrise burning me in the middle of nowhere
I'll be back later later later later
Wanna let the sunrise burning me in the middle of nowhere
A studio is like a backroom, scary structures, without texture
Everything is empty around me
But that's still a fucking mess, unwelcoming
Colors are dying everywhere there
Where I go, why am I there, I don't really care, I wanna walk away
But where am I, why this lane
I'll go straight until the end of the day
I search myself in a spooky place
Stuck with me in the middle of nowhere
Some whisperers are surrounding me
Under the ground and within the wind
There's no way out, dead are coming
Stuck with me in the middle of nowhere
These scary wraiths are forcing me
To brave my fails, my own memories
Hourglass lags, all my memories spin
Drowned in a million snippets
My psy says I need a life clean
My sick brain shows the opposite
Showing me a place that I don't know
With dead trees on an old road
Sun is shining from a high spot
Burning off the sky, like a hell blot
I'll be back later later later later
Wanna let the sunrise quenching me in the middle of nowhere
In this fucking hell
I'll be back later later later later
Wanna let the sunrise quenching me in the middle of nowhere
In this fucking hell
Please pray for me, please pray for me, pray God for me
I feel lost, I feel scared, I feel lonely in this hell
I'm maybe the last dreaming zombie on earth
Last zombie on earth, last zombie on earth
Credits
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