Every day it gets a little harder, can´t seem to get away.
I remember there´s a certain place, a place I wish I´d stay.
I feel so lost within -- pressured, I´m headed for that day.

Just one thought in my head, really. Do I need this fame?

Every time, god damn, I look at my seed, I see something I can´t be.
Beautiful and care free, that´s how I used to be.
Like some god damn fucking freak, I´m so pressured, I´m so weak.
Something takes a hold of me, something I can´t believe.

I lay in bed at night and wonder, should I go on this way?
It´s the only thing I really got for now, and it´s called fame.

Every time, god damn, I look at my seed, I see something I can´t be.

Beautiful and care free, that´s how I used to be.
Like some god damn fucking freak, I´m so pressured, I´m so weak.
Something takes a hold of me, something I can´t believe.

So I see this face so innocent and fine... and so fine.
So I see this face and I realize it´s mine.

I feel the rattle
(repeated)

So I see this face so innocent and fine... and so fine.
So I see this face and I realize it´s mine.

I feel the rattle

(repeated)

Every time, god damn, I look at my seed, I see something I can´t be.
Beautiful and care free, that´s how I used to be.
Like some god damn fucking freak, I´m so pressured, I´m so weak.
Something takes a hold of me, something I can´t believe.

Like some god damn fucking freak!   (x4)