Anemic mornings enchain me to the bed They dry my lips and I nibble on them, habitually I can't eat yet, but in special moments I can ravage the whole fridge My mother lied to me That youth is a gladness I am only a poor construction of human anxiety My mother lied to me That youth is a gladness I am only a poor construction of human anxiety Dear God, pull me out of this hell Dear God, pull me out of this hell Dear God, pull me out of this hell, of this hell, of this hell I imprecate when the night starts Window separates me from the beast You're not there, but I feel your presence You were my parasite, I am bursting My mother lied to me That youth is a gladness I am only a poor construction of human anxiety My mother lied to me That youth is a gladness I am only a poor construction of human anxiety Dear God, pull me out of this hell Dear God, pull me out of this hell Dear God, pull me out of this hell, of this hell, of this hell I have been trying to get up for a few days To approach the mirror When I reach for my reflection A whisper emanates From behind the glass "You are nothing, you are nothing" "You are nothing, you are nothing" Later I shatter my mirror I burst again I hide under the quilt Bed is my house