Shaking and certainly not well
on my way to being a good girl
Where on earth
are the stairs to my place?

I want this, I really do
but I cannot swallow the stream of grey
and feel it's good

I can do, but not what they want me to!

Because I can't help being who I am
It's my curse and my blessing
It's what I was running away from,
what I was chasing

It's not laziness
It's not lack of whatever
It's the consciousness that
I have alien brothers

We communicate from afar
Alienated and found,
connoisseurs of what lies
further than your 9 to 5
(specially when you swallow
that ******* line till it ***** you dry.
I could change, but I could die)
We live in the other side
But not so far gone
Health is a lie, when using your words

We are the freaks
I am the freak
I will fit your lines
but be careful
I will slash them when they are mine!
I am a trojan in your house
because you will be my death if I don't rush