Despite all my rage, i am still, just a rat in a cage.
Then someone will say — what is lost, can never be saved.
Despite all my rage, i am still, just a rat in a cage.
Despite all my rage, i am still, just a rat in a cage.
Then someone will say — what is lost, can never be saved.
Despite all my rage, i am still, just a rat in a cage.
I sensed my loss,
Before i even learned to talk.
And i remember my birthdays -
Empty party afternoons, won't come back.
Ten times removed,
I forget about, where it all began.
Bastard son of, a bastard son of,
A wild eyed child of the sun.
And right as rain, i'm not the same.
But i feel the same, i feel nothing.
Tell me, i'm the only one.
Tell me, there's no other one.
Jesus was an only son.
Tell me, i'm the chosen one.
Jesus was an only son for you.
Living makes me sick,
So sick, i wish i'd die.
Down in the belly of the beast -
I can't lie.
... Ненависть, когда она приходит на смену презрению, отличается обычно лютой яростью.
Внезапно мое сердце сильно забилось. Меня будто озарило на мгновение, и я понял: вот она, моя единственная цель — психиатрия. Именно в психиатрии я увидел поле для исследований, как в области биологии, так и в области человеческого сознания — такое сочетание я искал повсюду и не находил нигде.