Il testo della My pick

I feel an urge to melt
To vanish like the day
To fly above the trees
To try another way
My nerves are blowing...
I take my pick... (2x)
My fists are burning...
I need that kick... (2x)
I neet to leave behind
The chains that keep me bound
To spread my winds and fly
So high above the ground
My nerves...
I'll try another way