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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 reorganise,
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 wanna know,
But yo, we don't show on the outside, so slide.

I need a mirror for my spirit,
can you feel it ?
When I get deep, wanna hear myself sleep,
not drowning, just 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.

I'm going deep, so deep that I can't sleep.
The pills ain't cheep but the bills are steep,

So I look up with a booze and a slpiff,
try to snooze,
but who's dreaming, nah yet this is win or lose.

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...