I wish anyone could, for at least a moment feel the way I feel for these words

you've heard about the beast but never knew what it meant
the words on my wall screams in waiting for your sense
to get the intention of 'em, let them have a meaning
but its only me dreaming, you cant see what im seeing
the glas makes me dumb, no sound breaks through the window
im so numb, stuck in my pillow
music breaks me down to a flower in a waterfall
making me feel each and every hit from the drum as a rock
straight to my head, then dreaming me through the curtain call
due, the silence is screaming to me, sets of the mock

how can you keep digging for whats under the surface
with all free visibility our surrounding offers
i could sacrifice my whole soul if i got the oppotunity
just to make sure that you see that the hole is totally empty
deep or not theres alot to grab
i, myself is deep as Marshall Mathers
and i hope the marshall matters to read my letters
but however i can say whatever without further notice
my consience is nauseous but im flawless
not heartdead but fed up, ive had enough
maybe im better off apart from all of you
'cause the words you speak is so far from truth

im just a kid a crazy thing on the inside
you shook like it chock me at night
locked up to be looked at
but whats put aside claimes their own way into the daylight
aint that right?

Why am I stuck in here when it was I who freed him?

/Ett streck, ett tomrum och en punkt