When the whirlwind of noise surrounds and get intense,
and when words can´t hide their anger or intent.

I feel it in my bones and in my head, can´t make sense of
what is said.

Ready for the take down, headed for a breakdown.

Fear has me backed against these walls that I follow and
pace.

Time moves in and out of phase of everything that I face.

I feel it in my bones they rattle and shake, can´t find a
trace of what it takes to stop this take down.

Can´t stop this breakdown!

Welcome to my scene. A place that´s in-between where
squares fit the round.
Some affectionately call it... my breakdown....

When I feel the pressure mounting and my hands begin to
clutch,
I reach my limit of pain and I´ve had enough.

It feels good to pound on tables and chairs and feel the
frenzy start to wear.

Breakdown this take down, gotta stop this breakdown.

Welcome to my scene. A place that´s in-between where
squares fit the round.

It´ll never be, never be more than this. Never.