Living ´cross the border from yourself.
Went for a dive without air at the moment you moved here.
Emigrating seemed a grand idea
but now you’ve landed so hard that you cannot see what’s where.

[Chorus]

In the race against yourself, the needle`s picking up the steam
when you discuss it with yourself, you always wind up disagreeing.
And from it lighting up your path, it’s gone to greasing up the beam for a fall.
Now your memoirs, it seems, are smoothly ghosted by a scream
built from a feeling, to a whisper to the signs you didn’t heed.
Left you bereft of energy, you cannot write, you cannot read them no more.

30.000 days to smithereens.
The wall came wrapped in a plan, cloaked in hope and a smokescreen.
Blurry how this new state came to be
like the transitional glimpse between a smell and a memory.

[Chorus]

[Repeat verse 1 and 2]