Living in a dead man's land
Unconscious in my room
On drugs to my boo
I waste away for you
Crying to my dirty hands
With nothing left to say
We going anyway
I'll make my last mistake
Is it so?
Do I stare in the face of my deen?
While I'm trying to fight what it seems
And a curse to build my own thing on the run
While it always just getting too loud
I'm a rotten inside and out
I'm lost inside, lost inside a crowd
I'm crawling down a window
I'll fall without a sound
I'm crossing in the limbo
I'm lost inside a crowd
I'm lost inside a crowd
I'm lost inside a crowd
I'm lost inside a crowd
I'm lost inside a crowd
Lost inside, lost inside a crowd
Is it so?
Do I stare in the face of my death?
While I'm trying to fight what it seems
And a curse to build my own thing on the run
While it's always just getting too loud
I'm a rotten inside and out
I'm lost inside, lost inside a crowd
I'm crawling down a window
I'll fall without a sound
I'm crossing in the limbo
I'm lost inside a crowd
I'm lost inside a crowd
I'm lost inside a crowd
I'm lost inside a crowd
I'm lost inside a crowd
