About three miles from my home where I was a kid
was a sanatorium on the hill well hid...
I've been through the bad lands
I'm now afraid of man's hands...
Get out of my head
Take away these thoughts...
Just like walking in the shadows of shame
My serenity has finally laid its final seeds of...
There is a rage inside my brain
I feel the demons coursing through my veins...
My mind wanders,
with his name on...
Hollow of soul
And hollow of heart...
A blood curdling scream wakes me
with a terrifying start...
Look at them!
Self righteous pricks rebuking shit...
In the night, when all is quiet-
There appears a curious sight...
I saw me
in those moments...
I wanted to die in fire,
to fade into the setting sun...