Reach Inside

«Remembering times when I despised being me
always reminds me of those times when I used to flee
to those colorful places where roses have no thorns,
snow isn’t cold …
I would throw myself down — Inhale death!
… and you be grateful for all the shit that you got !"
Well, the shit that I’ve got
is the shit that I’ve got
is the shit that I got from you
and you never gave shit (about me)
(If you) keep hitting/beating the child, then (eventually) it will think it
deserved it!
Reach inside the place I hide
I wouldn’t mind a dream tonight"