I stand petrified Nowhere to go, nowhere to hide Isolation promoted me Sensing imprisoned, freedom in society I check my profile, I watch TV This endless routine is fucking killing me I go crazy I feel this rush I feel this rush I feel this rush I feel this rush, this rush from us Routine fills my day Grey coloring my path, my endless way Disconnected from this hive I hear people whisper, he's outside, not alive I'm having lunch I search the web I write a letter to take a chance To reenter this rat's race Everyday, every night caught in a recurrent live A useless guilt is haunting me I exist Look at me I stand outside society I swear there's No way back for me I feel locked in my mind No upside, just hindsight forever I feel, anxiety The cruel Have no place for me Adjust to this propriety No upside, just hindsight forever I am stuck, just stuck in the middle and Stuck in the middle and