• This pain in my head,
    It grows like famine.
    This disease that I have,
    Infects my every thought.

    I just can't keep my mind in line.
    Everything is covered in a sea of red.
    I am dead! I am dead! I am dead!
    Is it sad that I can't feel sad?

    I hate that I hate this.
    I can never provide happiness.
    I was just never enough.
    Could I ever satisfy one person?

    I doubt this is safe.
    I doubt that I'm right.
    Whatever the consequence,
    I doubt I can take it.

    Am I right? Were you right?
    Do we exist?
    Is it possible?
    Were you ever here?

    I'm bleeding from my eyes.
    I'm bleeding from my ears.
    My blood is on the floor.
    Why couldn't it just be tears?

    Sickness. Madness. Blindness. Hatred.
    Say what you want, I could never make it.
    I had already lost, before I could start.
    It would all make sense if you could see your concrete heart.

    A fake angel that could help no cause.
    Your lying disguised as a blessing.
    Your great show deserves no appluase.
    I'm still wating for act two, but you're too busy undressing.