Enemy To Myself - Psycore

To fall in between

The normal and the average dream

Built to break

The more we fail

The more we try

Be me, cursed am i

Designed to die

Enemy to myself

Born to mess

With my life

I confess

And deny

Self-abuse

So confused

Enemy to myself

Anti-rebel without direction

Stripped of skin

Inverted erection

Not evil nor good

Minus or plus, i’m not one of us

In pursuit

Of a dream

Harmony

Self-esteem

Facing me

In between

Enemy to myself

Freaks come out at night

And with water we multiply

Rebels without a reason

Maybe because it’s impossible for us to slip back

Into safe normality even if we wanted

But since we’re not wanted that’s not an option

We are the ones who cannot live

Nothing to gain, nothing to give

We’re teaching problems how to fly

The more we fail, the more we try