I'm riding on the clouds inside my head, travelling from thought to thought. It's a silent, empty sky today. Freedom, no self-judgement. I feel hands and dirty fingers all over me, they're under my skin, running around in my body, hunting the feelings that still are mine. I can't hide, but my thoughts can escape. Dripping off me like water, flying away to my dreams, a place where I can be alone. I'm peeling off my skin to make the demons get away from me, it's the only way to save myself. I wan't to be clean again.