I am training myself how to stay numb
I am telling myself not to hear
pavements are a mass
and a dog sits without a smile

chanting birds don't fly now
and the white building turns to grey
as I turn to a midget under its shadow

run, and stop, till it hurts
till it fumes and breaks

I am training how to play everybody
I'm you I'm him I'm her
I'm the boy in the backseat
I watch the wheel turning left
But I don't reach there

run, and stop, till it hurts
till it fumes and breaks

I'm training to play
to play the old songs to wake up out of this time
its like a popcorn too many bursting- can't hold all of them
my hands are full

run, and stop, till it hurts
till it fumes and breaks