Insane

I see the fountain of tears that you have made

That's building up for like a year or two

And afterwards you don't know what to do

Accept the life that you have made now

With every moment you're dreaming of fade out

With the beginning of distractions come distractions

Running faster than the speed of sound

In your dreams where you cant be found

It looks like haven't made your parents proud

In a long time

Hey, get up you stupid bastard