Alone in my cellar I lie awake at night
hold my breath and I wait for the return of the light
I don't deserve to be mentioned - don't deserve to be free
don't deserve to be happy - I don't deserve to just be
Cause I'm me, myself and I
don't know who and don't know why.
All I can do's to be waiting for the day
the three of us will say goodbye
a six-feet-under-no-more-try
but until then I hear my guardians say:
Welcome to your isolation - where no one cares if you bitterly cry
welcome to your isolation - the only way out is to die!!
"Me" always wanted the good life - "myself" always wanted the bad
and I just refused to be normal - then the other two simply saw red
a schizo is never alone - so we made an arrangement to follow the rule:
"If one of us appears, the other two sleep" - but I was an arrogant fool
Cause I'm me, myself and I...
Welcome to your isolation...
"Me" burned the house of the holy, "myself" lived a silent man's life
and I simply wanted to get rid of them both - so I tried it with a gun and a knife.
So now here I sit in my cellar - it's not what you'd call a jail, yes, I know,
but behind the glass door we're not only three anymore- there's a judge and a whole courtyard show.
So in the end it's okay to be lonely - the others tell me `bout their lifes everyday
- they go to work, live their dreams and sometimes it seems that I'd finally be fading away -
`cause I'm me, myself and I...
Welcome to your isolation...Is to die - out is to die - is to die...
