Every morning i put it on
i walk out side and i am gone
and i don�t seem to mind anymore
i can�t think what it was like before
i wore it all the time
In the evening i take it off
but there's another one underneath
and i can�t seem to find the bottom of the sack
i might just lose my mind and never get it back
but at least i'll get inside
at least i'll get inside
There's a feeling that i get sometimes
it�s so small but it's easy to hide
it like a howling voice from a distant past
it seems i've got no choice when it comes to this
it's building up inside
It's building up inside