Rollins Band. Hard Volume. Thin Air. Zeneszám

The night falls - Shadows join me

My room becomes a cell - The walls define me

Silence grabs me - It holds me down

Depression finds me - and pounds me down
Solitude becomes the weapon I use


A knife that cuts meand cuts me smooth

I got a new identity - I become my enemy


A big part of me so seldom seen
No one lise to myself like I do


To myself in my room

The silence howls in my ear
The deafening roar becomes so clear



I'm drowning in thin air



The more I think - The more i hate

I hate myself

I sit still but I turn

On myself


I kill my soul piece by piece

I feel myself slipping


Common sense fails me
Existence flails me

Guilt trips nail me
I'm here starving in my room


Eating myself cell by cell


My eyes stertching wall to wall to wall to wall


When I'm left to myself
I keep myself to myself

When I'm here by myself

I cut myself on myself


It's nothing - I'm nothing

I'm breathing in thin air

I'm choking on thin air
Losing my breath in thin air