Scratch the Skin

I cannot act anymore Only react once more The goddamn itch on my brain I conceal with other pains I tried to plan all my days But who could stop the changes? And when the pressure prevails I have to use my fingernails I find my flesh Where I thought to find my soul Call me victim My favourite role No reason to find It's not my body, it's my mind Suffering here all alone I'm getting down to the bones You tell me nothing will last But am I aging too fast? Still I am locked in this shell Allergic to my own self I find my flesh Where I thought to find my soul Call me victim My favourite role Who doesn't need Need to be free? I scratch the skin I scratch the skin That imprisons me Everything else Failed when I tried To find myself I Scratch the skin to get outside You tell me nothing will last But am I aging too fast? Still I am locked in this shell Allergic to my own self