You cover your wounds, but underneath them A million voices in your head that whisper, "Stop, now". Another twist of the knife, turn of the screws, It's all in your mind and it's fighting you. Arm yourself, a storm is coming. It's your reflection looking back to pull you down. And now you're playing with matches; Come out of the ashes underneath you. So are you gonna die today or make it out alive? Go bury your demons then tear down the ceiling. You gotta conquer the monster in your head and then you'll fly.
uc. ça arrive, j'arrive