Beats Per Inch

Little white house with the little kid;
on the beach, happier than the others.
We're having breakfast every day with all we need
in this beautiful house, nothing left to loose.

But I want get out of this
I'm losing control
In arrest, here
For nothing... so I disappear.

But I'm awake and all I see is grey,
so tell me that this is not reality.
When I look up on the sky I'm in heaven,
I'm an angel with wings and I fly away.

But take me off this
I'm losing control
In arrest, here
For nothing... so I disappear.

I want get out of this
I'm losing control
In arrest, here
So take me, kill me.

Get out of this
I'm losing control
In arrest, here
So take me, kill me.