Quiet, I'm thinking it's kind of difficult

I can't hold up the conversation

it's difficult to sympathize

my need to resuscitate intensifies

the bolt thrust sharp right between my eyes

inside I crumble, perishing, intentionally, explicitly

there's nothing I can do

there's nothing I can do

nothing I can do



4, 3, 2, 1, boom explosions

deep inside my head

it feels as if a tank just fucking tore apart my insides

sometimes I wish that I was dead

it's me who's ping ponging back and forth

across this empty space

I'd rather be slammed by two

than to take anymore

so what's the use

so what's with you?



I never said I'd take you down there

never said I'd see it through

yet shit just happens

I'll never know what fucking hell has put me through

I guess that I deserve the beating

the kind that's not intentional

why must I do only things that please me

there's definately no escape

I'm caught



In the middle

[ I'm caught ] In the middle

[ I'm caught ] In the middle

[ I'm caught ] In the middle

[ I'm caught ] In the middle

[ I'm caught ] In the middle

[ I'm caught ] In the middle

[ I'm caught ] In the middle