Lyrics Shamanic illness - Rise me up

I steadily look in your eyes
I try to see some hint of your rise
But nothing else except little fears
Despair, inborn, resignation and tears

I want you, I want you
I want you askin' yourself
I guess you can do it
Like f***ing nobody else
It's really your limit
It's really all that you want
It's really your limit
It's really all that you earn

I have no fear and nothing to loose
I want to make you feeling confused
I'll break the frames of your brain
I know you here and it's not in vain

I'm not sickness
But your way's thickness
Your mind descends about rails
You're still dreaming
But your choice's seeming
Your soul has been taken off sales

I wanna break it all down