You find diamonds in the ocean
And you say it's a desert full of sand
I see you standing, you and your devotion
Where nobody have to stand.

Looking for me between pictures
Looking for you, but you're just fiction
Asking, i have a mission
Sitting down, i have a vision
Tasting, im not reminiscing
Crying, im not thinking
solace in, silence out
Well, guess you're blending in,
Take me, I am out
Hands above your head
With your black background.

Why am i loving this feeling?
Buzz, the killing type
Don't know but, in a way I know exactly
What's going on
Trying to interface, between I and the photos that you call real life
Gathering actions, it takes me a few minutes to understand.

You need to be beautiful to smile
Your body is not fine, you're starving yourself
You're losing your waves, and you think it's okay,
To faint every hour, baby you are losing your power
And the voices get louder, trying to tell you
You're so skinny, start eating!
She's so skinny, start feeding your daughter!
Or she won't get taller.


The Consequences (the after conscience)

When I start eating two meals a day, i feel the fat rushing through my veins
Looking at the mirror for hours, did I gain some weight?
Am I fatter now? Cause i feel normal
I don't feel like my body is out of blood
And the numbness in my foot and arms are gone
I can stand up normally
And i feel disgusting, how did i dare to do it ?
And I can't throw it up, but sometimes i hope it leaks into my lounges
Dont tell me my body got better, cause that will make me worse.