You cruelly scrap your nasty,
murderous fingers down my bare back...
Clouds inside my head
Hiding the truth, raining on my dreams...
How can you touch someone
who has so much dirt...
The voices
they won't get out of my head...
So the ghosts of my past
comes back to haunt me...
I could be anyone I don't know
parts of me are unknowably strange...
Centered, hidden in front of bushes, behind a...
and over a slat Carmen peers at an unseen man...
You have the world before you
with the rich golden haze of fortune...
I have bitter and twisted secrets
Raging wars in my head...
Through Misty Mountains,
Driven by the Sound...
Somewhere bound behind these Walls,
Is the tortured soul of Poe...
Strap me down to that gurney and cart me off into...
Open my veins; inject them with lithium, until it...