given the chance, the evil consumes me
i lash out at nothing, awake now i'm shaking
as long as the lights on or i can hear talking
i feel like my minds not just his for the taking
i hate how the demon's distort my perseptions
and make all my dark thoughts feel kinda right
i spend all my days in a drug induced prison
silently fearing the comming of night
cause the dark brings the demons..the ones i'm afraid of
they make my mind rancid, all the death in my head
i'm deafned by shreiking as they cry out their furies
i plug my ears humming... alone in my bed
i try to make sense of this life that i'm living
i try not to give up, to take that last breath
i'm just so damn tired, my need to live failing
i long for a pistol...i long for my death
now deep in depression, i feel my mind freezing
the whispered voice echos,"it's time to be free."
evil thoughts pushing their way to the surface
now the man in the mirror... is no longer me.
