Trauma

Today I show my face and whispers turn to screams
Visions of what might have been and what will never be

Today I show my face and whispers turn to screams
Visions of what might have been and what will never be

Get up, come on, get down with the sickness
Get up, come on, get down with the sickness
Get up, come on, get down with the sickness
Get up, come on, get down with the sickness
Get up, come on, get down with the sickness
Get up, come on, get down with the sickness

Today I show my face and whispers turn to screams
Visions of what might have been and what will never be
Today I show my face and whispers turn to screams
Visions of what might have been and what will never be
Today I show my face and whispers turn to screams
Visions of what might have been and what will never be

I'm not insane, I'm not insane
I'm not insane, I'm not, not insane
(Mother) Come back to me, it's almost easy
(Said it all) Come back again, it's almost easy
I'm not insane, I'm not insane
I'm not insane, I'm not, not insane
(Mother) Come back to me, it's almost easy
(Said it all) Come back again, it's almost easy
I'm not insane, I'm not insane
I'm not insane, I'm not, not insane
(Mother) Come back to me, it's almost easy
(Said it all) Come back again, it's almost easy
I'm not insane, I'm not insane
I'm not insane, I'm not, not insane
(Mother) Come back to me, it's almost easy
(Said it all) Come back again, it's almost easy