my feet are heavy trying to touch the ground
my skin, a vessel of which i doubt
my heart, empty as it floats in the breeze
my soul embarks in a darkness, only i can see

left and right and right and left
nothing is, nothing is felt
up and down and down and up
nothing is, nothing is felt

i hate looking in the mirror
cause everytime i do, i see a stranger
I’m losing my mind, i don’t know anymore
a tepid face with a manic laughter
falling infinitely into a black hole

front and back and back and front
nothing is, nothing is felt
in and out and out and in
nothing is, nothing is felt

i am not myself, i am not myself
for nothing is, nothing is felt