To many voices running threw my head.
Most of them want me dead...

Broken by love and turn to hate.
I love all the sweetest things that I create...

We are the same
Feelings of blame...

Living by death or death by living
I'm the dark one who keeps sinning...

My eyes are shut
But im wide awake...

In a dream I cant wake from. Screaming at the top...
Does this nightmare have a expiration...

Another day passed, another page turned
My life goes on through these torn pages in this...