in my mind i m crawling on your floor vomiting and defeated total absence of grace your reluctant voice saying you decide your own fate but i wear rubber bands round my soul they keep me from crawling and these rubber bands round my soul they keep me from falling in my repeated dreams you stare at me with an empty gaze you turn your back on me and you search for more intriguing days loathing this controlling this let me get a hold of this so i wear rubber bands round my soul they keep me from crawling and these rubber bands round my soul they keep me from falling and then when you are not in my dreams and not in my mind but we are at the same place at the same time rubber no longer holds the borders of my soul 
['melancholia', 'norwegian singer-songwriter']