I've got shears pointed straight at my chest
And time moves slow when you count it
I'm better than them, and I think I'm the best
But I'll appear at midnight when the films close
Cause I'm in a trance
and I sweat
I don't want to dance
I want to go home.
I couldn't live in those peephole places
They might get to know my actions
I'd run away from toilets and feces
I'd run away to a non-date on the street
Cause I'm in a trance
and I sweat
I don't want to dance
I want to go home.
I feel trapped by mutual affection
And I don't know how to use freedom
I spend hours looking sideways
to the time when I was sixteen
Cause I'm in a trance.
I'm frightened.
I go to the top of the street
I go to the bottom of the street
I look up to the sky, my lips are dry....
