Heavy Feather - Fake Names

Fell myself running always running

A nervous energy that won’t stop

Heavy as heavy as a feather

Light as lead with just a simple touch

My mind is so filled up

With distractions and dead mens tale

My mind is so filled up

This constant static is sending me to hell

I want a clean slate

I owe it to myself

I want a clean slate

I owe it to myself to be able to start again

My head is spinning always spinning

I’ve got this fever inside you see

Language and tradition

Prevents me from roaming free

My mind is far from blank

Constructed into a fucking mess

My mind is far from blank

A useless insight I must confess