So many ways of dying,
Too many things to lose
Locked inside this house now,
Twisting my mind with the tube
In times of troubles,
My sweaty shaking hands,
Wrapped themselves around my neck,
To kill what was left of this man
So many people live in me
Which one am I supposed to be?
I'm not afraid of going Insane
My life is pure sound and fury
You're not my judge or my jury
I'm doing just what I want to be,
And they call it Insane
Living your life vicariously
Parasite, never know the truth
Skank scrap precocious disease,
Kolyte you blood sucking leach