[Louiche/Mike Muir]
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I close my eyes, yet I still see
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I can not hide from what's inside of me
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I hear my thoughts, but they're not clear
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And now I tremble with fear
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[CHORUS]
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No one can tell me what's sane
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You see the tears I cry
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But you can't feel my pain
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No title can classify me
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I'm a person with feelings
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A number I refuse to be
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Don't try to live my life
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You cannot talk for me
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Now I'm on the brink, brink of insanity
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Sometimes I stare into space
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I try to think about another place
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Where happiness I'll see
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I'll find a place for me and find some sanity
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Sometimes I look at you
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And I wonder what will I do
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Will my mind stay intact
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How will I react, will I do any harm to you
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Open my eyes, but I can't see
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Maybe the hatred has blinded me
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There's not a sound, yet I still hear
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Now the pain is so clear
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[CHORUS]
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Sometimes I stop to think
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Or maybe my thinking just stops
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Doesn't matter anyway
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No one hears what I say, I'm on the brink of insanity
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Well I know him but not his name
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In everyone, yet not the same
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Play with the cards i'm dealt, worse I never felt
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I'm playing a sick man's game
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No Name, No Words
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Suicidal Tendencies |