Pieces

Pieces
I found a peice of
What i want to find
I got a taste of
What´s on the outside
I feel it pounding
I feel it bending
I feel it breaking
Breaking me inside

I got
Not yet
Smash my
Fuc*** fist
(my frustration)
My body, my mind, my soul, and my life
So far, so near, so hard, so clear
My body, my mind, my soul, and my life
Too far to go, too high, too low
Killing me inside
Take a drink forget
Chemical passion
Drowning my defect
I feel it pounding
I feel it bending
I feel it breaking
All that is perfect
I got
Not yet
Smash my
Fuc*** fist
(my frustration)
My body, my mind, my soul, and my life
So far, so near, so hard, so clear
My body, my mind, my soul, and my life
Too far to go, too high, too low
Frustrated, frustrated...