Sometimes the music of death sings in and out of my ears hypnotizing me to become what i'm not
It suffocates my mind and body with hatred, lies and that which is considered evil to man
I've learnt to live with this split personality, but i hope for a cure, so that one day i can look back and sigh with relief that i made it...i survived
Evil eats me like i'm some live bait and outrageous thoughts taunt me like a helpless child
Sometimes i lie awake at night wondering when the worst will strike...
I can't look at my reflection because its not me i see, but a demon of the highest insanity
