Original lyrics

EN

I lost myself in my own insanity There are no drugs except my mind I have a map that was drawn by a child I have no way to return home I got loops worse than the eighties Just like a game we try to get the end Is that a map or just a scribble? I have no way to return home I’m the Moon, a balloon, the bowl of a spoon I’m the Moon, a balloon, the bowl of a spoon I went up two steps and I fell on the third A hateful process for an entire week I forgot my name and my dignity I have no way to return home I’m the Moon, a balloon, the bowl of a spoon I sang this chorus out of tune I have life or something alike I have no way to return home Through cognition I live in a hole