It's the whites of the eyes
On the face in the portrait on my wall
I fold
I've left me
To find another way out
I put it out to be violent
I couldn't carry the fault for once
If one is one
Could we call it that?
Things I know and will forever
And I wish I won't
And I wish they'd grow heavy
And fall out of my head
I couldn’t take it anymore
I put it out to be violent
I couldn't carry the fault for once
If one is one
Could we call it that?
I found my other way out
Between a flight and a weapon
And in a daze I'll form a sign
Or word or cry
And call it change
On the face in the portrait on my wall
I fold
I've left me
To find another way out
I put it out to be violent
I couldn't carry the fault for once
If one is one
Could we call it that?
Things I know and will forever
And I wish I won't
And I wish they'd grow heavy
And fall out of my head
I couldn’t take it anymore
I put it out to be violent
I couldn't carry the fault for once
If one is one
Could we call it that?
I found my other way out
Between a flight and a weapon
And in a daze I'll form a sign
Or word or cry
And call it change
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