Locked - Estrange

If I could go there with ease

If I wasn’t scared anymore

But the ground below my feet

Screams and shouts «you fool shut your mouth»

It’s not a lack of trust

But when it comes down to it

I don’t want you to see me

Hurt

Then you divert my mind

And almost make me forget

That I wish everything undone

After all right now I wouldn’t change a thing

And you open your eyes

Just about in time to see me

Squeeze pleased

On the peak I had a slight squint

I squeeze

So pleased

But my heart is dislocated

My heart is one disease

If I told you what I’m made of

Would you tell me to go home?

I won’t tell you what I’m made of

I don’t want to go home