Salva mea
Faithless feat. Dido Lyrics

How can I change the world if I can't even change myself?
I can't change myself, so how can I even begin to change the world around me?

I cannot change the way I am?
Am I not capable of changing who I am?

I don't know, I don't know.
I'm not sure, I'm not sure.

I take a look at the world behind these eyes,
When I see the world through my own eyes,

Every nook, every cranny reorganize,
I notice every small detail and try to make sense of it all,

Realize my face don't fit the way I feel.
I realize that the way I present myself doesn't match how I'm feeling inside.

What's real?
What is truly real, though?

I need a mirror to check my face is in place,
I need to check if my outward appearance matches the image I want to portray,

Incase of upheaval, fundamental movement below,
Prepared for sudden change, even at my core,

What's really going on I want to know,
I want to truly understand what's happening around me,

But yo, we don't show on the outside, so slide.
But we don't let on about what's happening inside, so let's just keep quiet.

Just below my skin I'm screaming...
But really, I'm screaming on the inside.

I need a mirror for my spirit,
I need to reflect on my inner self, my soul,

Yeah, can you feel it?
Can you sense the emotions I'm feeling?

When I get deep, want to hear myself sleep,
When I'm feeling introspective, I want to hear my own thoughts and dreams,

Not drowning, tumbling around and around in the voices
But not getting lost in the chaos of my own thoughts,

Like a crowd in my head so loud,
It's like there's a loud, chaotic crowd inside my head,

I wonder what it's like to be dead,
And sometimes I wonder what it would be like to be dead,

I hope it's quiet, noise in my head like a riot,
Because it's so loud in my head already, I hope death brings some quiet,

Any remedy you have for me I'll try it.
So I'm willing to try anything to quiet the voices in my head.

I'm going deep, so deep that I can't sleep,
Sometimes I get so introspective that I can't even sleep,

The pills ain't cheep but the bills are steep,
And these pills I take to help me sleep aren't cheap, but my bills keep piling up,

So I [?] with a booze and a spiff,
So I turn to alcohol and drugs,

Try to snooze,
In an attempt to finally get some rest,

But who's dreaming, this is win or loose,
But who's to say what's real or what's not,

Put down the drink, try not to think,
But I realize that's not healthy, so I try to stop drinking and distracting myself,

Let it go, fundamental movement below,
Instead, I need to let go and allow myself to be changed at my core,

And yo, reality is dreaming,
Because sometimes what we think is real is actually just a dream,

Just below my skin I'm screaming...
And even if I try to hide it, I'm still screaming on the inside.