• This room is always dark.
    But today i must remark,
    Whatever's pouring through my window's ignited a spark.

    Everything's too bright.
    Eyes not adjusted to the light,
    When you're born n' raised inside a hole nothing ever seems right.

    Usually i'm silent.
    But now i'm getting violent.
    My thoughts have never scared me any more than they are now.

    I swear i was a pacifist.
    But i might just be a masochist.
    I need to rinse my mind but i see no way or how.

    I don't want to fight you.
    'Cause i'm pretty sure i like you.
    Conscience won't tell me not to,
    So there's nothing i can do.