Testo Segmente

There's a war inside my head
Enemies are segments of me
A dirt that's infecting my mind
A dirt I can't fight
This dirt is a part of me
A part of me I want delete
The uglyness of being clean
Is the uglyness I want to reach I'm still fighting with myself
I am waiting bullets from my head
I still can think
But I can't breath
Everything is confused
Segmented and smothed out
I still can think
But I can't breath
I am on my way down
segments of me are all around
I lost my war
I lose control