Every morning when I
Wake up tired - when my
Dreams become real

Quiet. I stuff my ears and
I close my eyes. I feel the
Worms inside my head

What's this noise which is trampling my voice
Which is trampling my voice again & again
In my mind I saw many better

Ways. So I wish that better
Days would wake me up
Someday!!

Then I'll become another (one)
Cause my eyes can hear
Eyes can hear. Eyes can hear.

I can't stop thinking about it
Every single moment of my life
I couldn't taste what is going on

In my mind I saw better days - eyes can hear ...