So you can show me what you've got You’re shell shocked, brains locked Can’t even get a single word across I believe they call it writer’s block You’re looking at the clock, time’s up Round up, staring at the board See a sea of words with the world fate underscored It was meant to be this way, you’re too late I look up at your face and I see myself Wait, let me get this straight I’m you, you’re me Now I see I just killed the old me.
— Matthias