Spinning head

Stress

Spinning head

Spinning head

Spinning head

And when it – finally – rest it

I shall be dead

Round and round like the world itself

Supposed to collapse, fell on the ground, and broke into pieces

The bitten apple wasn’t poisoned but tears apart like venom every single part of the brain,

The ideas disintegrate by the sweet of candy flavor

Was the body whom taste the forbidden fruit but oh was only this once, and oh how was I vain

Spinning, spinning and spinning,

Does it ever stop spinning?

The mind can’t be divided; you can’t have multiple lives; you can’t have multiple tasks

Sense loses his crown eventually and so he does like a nervous drunk whipping over his sudden death

The moon, so bright, is dancing on the sky,

Her followers, the stars, just few dots crossing the clouds

Their journey comes to an end when the whirling window rotates to fast

Oh the terrible whirling, never stop, never finish

Turn in my bed but it just don’t mattered

Still I feel the world circling

Spinning and spinning like the head on the pillow

I’m weak, I’m whining but I can’t help it

Stress don’t kill

But turns your head down in a minute

And darling – please – stop trying

Even if you want to, you can’t help me

I’m doomed to be off the balance

And you can’t help me when I crumble

No one cans