INothing.nothing left for me to do./I
The cell was quiet. Qim was alone. All she had thought about for the
past years was how to get back at Zim. How to.kill him. For all the pain. All the agonizing torture.
ICrawling in my skin
These wounds, they will not heal
Fear is how I fall
Confusing what is real/I
She had to get out. Away from the Tallest. Away from Irk. They thought she was crazy. They thought wrong. It was the sheer drive to annihilate that creature they call Zim. It was what kept her going, even on the stale meat slabs they gave her and the stinking liquid they poured down her throat that was supposed to be filled with vitamins and nutrients. That was all she got in this filthy cell.
This filthy reality.
IThere's something inside me that pulls beneath the surface
Consuming, confusing
This lack of self control I fear is never ending
Controlling/I
Something inside of her pushed and pulled to escape. But how? These concrete walls.they wouldn't be broken. The orange suit they deemed her Iinsane/I with would offer no help. Qim sank to the floor to think. She often did this.
II can't seem
To find myself again
My walls are closing in
(Without a sense of confidence I'm convinced that there's just too much pressure to take)
I've felt this way before
So insecure
Nothing to help me.no way out. /I She kept thinking these thoughts until a knock on the door broke her from thought. Wordlessly, she walked over to the small opening through which they passed her food. Without a sound, she reached through and grabbed the Irken's hand.
IOpen the door, or you're hand will be my main course,/I she whispered.
The servant was afraid, so he did so.
ICrawling in my skin
These wounds, they will not heal
Fear is how I fall
Confusing what is real/I
Qim quickly ran down the corridor, knowing every inch of it. Alarms started ringing out, and Irken soldiers poured out of hidden crevasses in the walls.
Their guns shot catchnets, but she easily dodged them. Pummeling herself into a vent in the floor, she fell through and down into a hangar. Conveniently, a Voot Cruiser was waiting for her. In an instant, the machine was running, she was crashing through the doors, and the Voot Cruiser entered the vacuum of space.
IDiscomfort, endlessly has pulled itself upon me
Distracting, reacting
Against my will I stand beside my own reflection
It's haunting how I can't seem...
To find myself again
My walls are closing in
(Without a sense of confidence I'm convinced that there's just too much pressure to take)
I've felt this way before
So insecure/I
She smiled to herself as she programmed Earth's coordinates into the machine.
IHere I come, Zim. Ready or not!
Crawling in my skin
These wounds, they will not heal
Fear is how I fall
Confusing what is real /I
The cell was quiet. Qim was alone. All she had thought about for the
past years was how to get back at Zim. How to.kill him. For all the pain. All the agonizing torture.
ICrawling in my skin
These wounds, they will not heal
Fear is how I fall
Confusing what is real/I
She had to get out. Away from the Tallest. Away from Irk. They thought she was crazy. They thought wrong. It was the sheer drive to annihilate that creature they call Zim. It was what kept her going, even on the stale meat slabs they gave her and the stinking liquid they poured down her throat that was supposed to be filled with vitamins and nutrients. That was all she got in this filthy cell.
This filthy reality.
IThere's something inside me that pulls beneath the surface
Consuming, confusing
This lack of self control I fear is never ending
Controlling/I
Something inside of her pushed and pulled to escape. But how? These concrete walls.they wouldn't be broken. The orange suit they deemed her Iinsane/I with would offer no help. Qim sank to the floor to think. She often did this.
II can't seem
To find myself again
My walls are closing in
(Without a sense of confidence I'm convinced that there's just too much pressure to take)
I've felt this way before
So insecure
Nothing to help me.no way out. /I She kept thinking these thoughts until a knock on the door broke her from thought. Wordlessly, she walked over to the small opening through which they passed her food. Without a sound, she reached through and grabbed the Irken's hand.
IOpen the door, or you're hand will be my main course,/I she whispered.
The servant was afraid, so he did so.
ICrawling in my skin
These wounds, they will not heal
Fear is how I fall
Confusing what is real/I
Qim quickly ran down the corridor, knowing every inch of it. Alarms started ringing out, and Irken soldiers poured out of hidden crevasses in the walls.
Their guns shot catchnets, but she easily dodged them. Pummeling herself into a vent in the floor, she fell through and down into a hangar. Conveniently, a Voot Cruiser was waiting for her. In an instant, the machine was running, she was crashing through the doors, and the Voot Cruiser entered the vacuum of space.
IDiscomfort, endlessly has pulled itself upon me
Distracting, reacting
Against my will I stand beside my own reflection
It's haunting how I can't seem...
To find myself again
My walls are closing in
(Without a sense of confidence I'm convinced that there's just too much pressure to take)
I've felt this way before
So insecure/I
She smiled to herself as she programmed Earth's coordinates into the machine.
IHere I come, Zim. Ready or not!
Crawling in my skin
These wounds, they will not heal
Fear is how I fall
Confusing what is real /I