Everything i say,
Everything i do...

Eyes are always watching,
Watching throught the walls...

Death is what she fears
Yet dying is what she is doing...

In the darkness of the attic
In the confinement of those walls...

All these numbers and words,
Don't sink into my brain...

People are always rushing.
Rushing, rushing, rushing...

To touch the coldness in ones hand
To see the paleness in their face...

Have you ever wondered,
What lies beneath your brain...