Take this insect out of me.
This little bug inside my head that talks to me
And you will see:
You're the opposite of me.
Hold your breath and count to three.
Clear your thoughts and take a rest immediately.
And you will see:
You're the opposite of me.
Is it wrong to resist
A voice that does not exist?
Is it real what I hear
Or just reflections of all that I fear?
Is it wrong to ignore
That it's not like this anymore?
Is it real that you're here
Or just a memory that does appear?
Take it out and set me free.
Drill a hole into my head and set it free.
And you will see:
You're the opposite of me.
Close your eyes and follow me.
I can not stand the way you're looking down on me.
And you will be:
The opposite of me.
