i know what you re thinking
and you are wrong
i m not gonna sing you a song
this time
i m gonna open myself and let you see
what s inside of me
i m in my war
it s a battelfield of choice
a war that nobody sees
only me
nobody wins in this war
they can only choose
only lose
it s a choice between your body and heart
you win your body and lose your heart
or you win your heart and lose your body
people ask me all these questions
my anger my hatred
where do they come from
they come from me
they come from my heart
underneath underneath
i guess i m weird
cause i can see all people, their fears and their desires
i tried not to believe in this
what you see
but they keep following me
underneath
whenever i go
so here i am
underneath underneath
my if s in my hurts
there s a silvered knife clutched in my back
see, there s a silvered knife in my back.
can t you see
it s hard to pray

underneath underneath
what you see
underneath
underneath underneath
can t you see
it s hard to pray
sometiome i draw
but the portrait has no culture
i m not be in moves
only ghosts in the flame
wish the rain could wake me up
and i d go with her
stroll with her
i see nothing outside
it s a place that nobody comes
all this liberty i enjoy
and that i suffered from
it s like
if you dare to say you know me
it s like you all dare to me
all these 28 years i ve spent
i m looking for myself
people think i m greedy
i ve always been doing things that people don t do.
what? i don t know
i don t understand myself
i think deep in my mind
i hate myself,
but never mind.
i guess i ll just mean to forget