Bumbing in circles over and over Sounds paradox, but that's how it is For I'm spinning in circles and still I am crushing at corners, my borders, My pain threshold, at myself Over and over I run, still I'm not moving I breath, still I suffocate I pary, still I don't expect I gave my heart, did I? Crying, but tears ain't flowing Screaming, silent I remain Hiding, but still to be seen Dying like an animal in his cage Looked up, freezed up, walls that I can't climb up Crashing against borders that I've been building up Encircled by the stubbornness, my fake unconsciousness And if I strip down to my bones, what do I have to see I am the enemy So now I am stranded and someone has to pay for this Point me someone who's responsible, whom I can blame Through all this shit the mirror shows, it shows me I am the enemy I - am - my - own - enemy Looked up and freezed up, all that I've build up Encircled by the stubbornness, my fake unconsciousness And if I strip down to my bones, this is it - in the end Written on my face - I am the enemy