Reach Inside - SIC

«Remembering times when I despised being me

always reminds me of those times when I used to flee

to those colorful places where roses have no thorns,

snow isn’t cold …

I would throw myself down — Inhale death!

… and you be grateful for all the shit that you got !"

Well, the shit that I’ve got

is the shit that I’ve got

is the shit that I got from you

and you never gave shit (about me)

(If you) keep hitting/beating the child, then (eventually) it will think it

deserved it!

Reach inside the place I hide

I wouldn’t mind a dream tonight"