Testo Audience

Deep in this room door?s locked not for any just for me Lonely chair is my bed, ceiling?s high enough to kneel I stare around, there?s nothing, really nothing that I see So why not being exhibition for me, just for me Chorus: I feel sick and I got to throw up everytime I pray I don?t know where to go, where to go, when i Feel this sick and got to throw up once again when i Pretend strengh, wish to have it all now Fragile picture?s broken, finally destroyed in my head All these hidden memories of the past climbing up instead Should I?ve known better? Never cover the ones you forgot Hell?s nothing but being in chains when emotions are not Now that you listen, is that what you would expect? Head back where you came from, so the audience is back