My mind spins fast like a jet in the sky In summers heat and winters cold one text becomes like a crime scene I control and control like a separated piece Sleep feels far as long distances My bed turns as rocks I regret and again I think Each second feels like a curse on me My peace turns as anger Mornings like no relief Evenings like no peace It's like an uninvited guest that comes in I say 'it's ok' and again panic Now it seems as dumb My brain brings back so much tension as a pressured one my brain drums as percussion done