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How is it you know you're real?
The image in the mirror or the way you feel?
How is it you know you exist,
not a game controlled by an eternal list?

What kind of life would that be,
felling something you can't see?
Like a shadow dark and gray
Doesn't matter what you say

These question are haunting me
inside of my head... and I cant figure it out.
I am trapped here... a world full of question no.. completion
I'm.. an infection.. oh ohhh

Don't let me out, I might just scream.
and I am bursting out... of my seams.

Lock me up lock me up.
Please make it go away
My dreams are haunting looming closerrrr

Lock me up lock me up
I am spreading my infection of my never ending questions.

I could say that I am normal in every way
I could be something extraordinary and timid and weary.

BUT. WHATS. THE. FUN. IN. THAT?!

Who am I who are you?
What is this what can it do?

Whats my name?
What is tame?
Is my mind here to blame?

Whats the begining what is my end?
What was my question again?