Someone's always on my tracksIn a dark room you see more than you thinkI'm out of my place, got to get backI sweated a lot, you could feel the violenceI've got shears pointed straight at my chestAnd time moves slow when you count itI'm better than them, and I think I'm the bestBut I'll appear at midnight when the films closeCause I'm in a tranceAnd I sweatI don't want to danceI want to go homeI couldn't live in those peephole placesThey might get to know my actionsI'd run away from toilets and faecesI'd run away to a non-date on the streetCause I'm in a tranceAnd I sweatI don't want to danceI want to go homeI feel trapped by mutual affectionAnd I don't know how to use freedomI spend hours looking sidewaysTo the time when I was sixteenCause I'm in a tranceI'm frightenedAmphetamine frightenedI go to the top of the streetI go to the bottom of the streetI look to the sky, my lips are dry