This is the closing act of Frames. This is what is left after bouncing again and again against our self-imposed frames, a collapsing being, screaming in a desperate effort to construct a call, to acknowledge the existence of himself.
Here, Insane.
Lyrics:
And It feels like a shell of pieces of her
In the smoke of a loop the prison is my brain
And I can t see you again
It’s like I’m missing a grip
And you see me Just pretending
But you know that I’m lonely
And inside there is nobody
Just the faces of all of them
Cause I think I’m insane
No way near nowhere to escape
In the eyes of a child it’s hiding my pride
In a slice of the moon my thoughts fall apart
And you see this empty space
Replaced with all of your fears
And you hear me making sense
But you know that I’m drowning
Cause inside there is nobody
Just a thousand of lovers
And you see me disappear
But you know I was never here
And inside there is smile
So stay for a little while, a little while
Cause I think I’m insane
No way near nowhere to escape
