What is it, that makes you act like you are no-one?
What is it, that makes you serve the losers first?
What makes you feel obliged to bring what you bring to the world?
What happens when you let yourself be?
What happens, when you realize that you’re allowed to breathe?
Why do you feel obliged to bring what you bring to the world?
Won’t you stay out of the way?
I’m watching as you take control over your face
I’m watching as teardrops fall off of your pharynx
Why do you feel obliged to bring what you bring to the world?
Give what you give on stage,
Do what you do, cause it hurts
Won’t you stay out of the game?
What is it that makes you no-one?
I’ll be there for you to be withdrawn
If that is what makes you feel alive,
I’ll be there for you to be withdrawn.