Salva mea
Faithless Lyrics

How can I change the world if I can't even change myself?
I feel powerless to effect change in the world since I struggle to change my own nature.

I cannot change the way I am?
Is it truly impossible for me to change my fundamental nature?

I don't know, I don't know.
I am unsure and lacking in clarity about my ability to change.

I take a look at the world behind these eyes, Every nook, every cranny reorganize, Realize my face don't fit the way I feel. What's real?
I examine the world as I see it, trying to see it anew and rearrange it in my mind. I find the disconnect between my internal identity and external appearance to be confusing and struggle to understand what is truly authentic.

I need a mirror to check my face is in place, Incase of upheaval, fundamental movement below, What's really going on I want to know, But yo, we don't show on the outside, so slide.
To make sure my external appearance still aligns with my internal identity during times of change, I need a reflective surface. I want to truly understand what's happening beneath the surface, but it's difficult to be open and honest with others about our inner selves.

Just below my skin I'm screaming...
Internally, I am experiencing intense emotions and feelings that are not visible from the outside.

I need a mirror for my spirit, Yeah, can you feel it?
Not only do I need a mirror for my physical appearance, but also for my internal spirit. I wonder if others can empathize with my emotional turmoil.

When I get deep, want to hear myself sleep, Not drowning, tumbling around and around in the voices Like a crowd in my head so loud, I wonder what it's like to be dead, I hope it's quiet, noise in my head like a riot, Any remedy you have for me I'll try it.
As I sink deeper into my thoughts and feelings, I long for a sense of calm and quietness. The internal dialogue can become overwhelming to the point of feeling suffocated. I am desperate for any solution to my internal struggle.

I'm going deep, so deep that I can't sleep, The pills ain't cheep but the bills are steep, So I [?] with a booze and a spiff, Try to snooze, But who's dreaming, this is win or loose, Put down the drink, try not to think, Let it go, fundamental movement below, And yo, reality is dreaming,
My struggle has become so intense that it affects my ability to function in daily life. I cope with substances like alcohol and drugs to numb the emotional pain and help me sleep, but this only leads to a cycle of addiction. I am torn between trying to escape reality or confronting the fundamental issues within myself.

Just below my skin I'm screaming...
Despite my attempts to escape or ignore these internal struggles, they continue to torment me from within.