I'm not crazy
The details are just hazy
It's normal, right?
To hear whispers in the night?
To see demons chase you, only you're too slow?
To feel the walls close in, with nowhere to go?
To feel like your falling, but you're on solid ground?
To feel your demons' thirst for your blood, to rip you like a bloodhound?
I don't trust my eyes
They always only tell me lies
Can't trust what I hear
When the demons are near
Off the edge I fell
Into the depths of my mind, a living hell
For help, I cannot shout
I want an easy way out
I just wonder how many have seen these cuts
And seen nothing, not caring about my guts?
Interesting, I don't care either
I need light and friends but have neither
Like a violin, I play my wrist
With a cold, metal Bow, spraying a out a red mist
Just one more
Until my veins are tore
Perfectly fine
But on the inside I'm dyin'
You can't see past this damned mask
I'll never be up for any task
I'm normal, right?
Oh damn, here comes the night.
I'll see you when the demons are gone
But they never leave, from dusk to dawn
That's the point.