Forty-eight days inside these walls
Why do others have empty eyes
Every morning a shot
They call us the invalids
Why do people outside whisper
When I talk to you, it calms me
The doctor says you don't exist
I gave my soul to the devil
I'm not crazy, I'm alone
People made me guilty
I'm not crazy, where's the downside
You're my shadow, my stand-in
And it's often you who decides
With their pills they torture me
Your voice, your words fade away
Why are people outside so sure
They take us for creatures
The doctor says you'll disappear
But I'm not crazy
I gave my soul to the devil
I'm not crazy, I'm alone
People made me guilty
I'm not crazy, where's the downside
Let me, let me be who I am
Let me, let me tell you what I live
Let me, let me be who I am
Let me, let me tell you what I live
On a sheet, my handwriting
A few quick explanations
Carved skin and the cuts
Free me from my chrysalis
Why are people outside harsh
Like birds of ill omen
The doctor says it's way better like that
But I'm not crazy
I gave my soul to the devil
I'm not crazy, I'm alone
People made me guilty
I'm not crazy, where's the downside
Let me, let me be who I am
Let me, let me tell you what I live
Let me, let me be who I am
Let me, let me tell you what I live