You trick yourself to believe that you actually know
Who's crawling under my skin, don't you
Yet, there's an issue - you're not even aware of who you are yourself
So what makes you think you know somebody who locked and hid themselves

I would appreciate it if you'd stop speaking my mind
Because if you'd actually travel to my spoiled skull
And shared a train with my friendly phantoms
You'd say different words, perhaps not so harsh or maybe even worse

But still you'd have no right to even think you know
What's going on inside my head, what monsters eat me alive
And it's scary because sometimes I'm not sure myself
And though I want to show, I won't offer them a trip in places they weren't ever before

There's no way anyone could see more than I'll let them
Showing off the best coupes only that you can share with angels
And not with past, present and future demons
Who would gladly slit your throat just for playful pleasure

No-one really cares about the wagons at the very back
Because there are secrets so vicious they don't want to know
For their fear not saying a word to the newcomer
So the moment you move your glance, oh hell

Maybe others don't see what you see or maybe they don't want to
They still live in illusion I made up to feed their not so right curiosity
But you, I'll offer you a seat next to my fear and anxiety
I'll let you seek through the train finding things you never wanted to reach

Shadows of the darkest parts of my mind, check
Wrecked goals and dreams, you can see them on your left
Relatives going by their hateful tongue and
Other visitors in my mind that used to have face

People outside the station try to answer for me
Guessing, without knowing the truth, just mindlessly saying words
They would want to hear from me but only
If they'd know I'd gladly throw them under the train

Watch their body being slashed and scattered
Like butterflies' wings with any harsh touch
Can't hear their begging and whimpering within the screams of my brain
And the words I am finally free to say out loud