I feel the shiver of the vessels beat as it works it's path to inner tole
Pins and needles needles and pins
They work their way back home
Which one of me stabbed that poison into vein
Which one of me
Was the chaos,  the noise of my drums in ears that never have halt in their steady vibration
Oh ,so, making me mad..
I fold into myself, wishing for that sweet release..you know, the one in which I've been so generous to mention before
Yes, the one in which buildings are made and people are cancelled
All due to wandering mind.