My head never rests on my shoulders facing the sun I struggle to walk the burden of this guilt I hide from you is growing you'll never know what it is this is the kind of person that I am this is the kind of person i've turned into in time of song I am the kamikaze dreamer clog my own throat; swallowed by color-tortured slumber now flying high I am the kamikaze dreamer gouge out my eyes; swallowed by color-tortured slumber it becomes harder to breathe or think clearly remorse instigates an overkill of self-loathing the older I get so I'll rest my deadbeat tongue, you'll dismiss me anyway