fall asleep dreamin' red is what i see anymore
and i do not fear of death because i seen em before
my eyes are closed to open wide the scenery never change
only the players in the game
but all the rest stay the same
is this reality i'm livin' in or penance for pricing
i'm feelin' sorry for myself
please take out the violin
and play a symphony to soundtrack of a lunatic
i'm either illuminated or finally losin' it
i walk a thin line between myself and somebody else
and i cannot decipher between i'm living in fuckin' hell
my whole world is a crying shame
nothing is what it seems it's like some shit outta crying game
inflicted in feeling somewhat vindictive i
but even that seems conflicted
where would i end up or would it just start all over?
give me the horns of lucifer or the wings of jehovah
all this violence in your head seem
flowing through your veins like a symphony
and it's a psychopathic melody
sit in silence still your head scream
playing through your veins like a symphony
and it's a psychopathic melody
it's a psychopathic melody
it's a psychopathic melody
is my reality a figment of my imagination?
somehow it's all my creation
or am i just as disturbed some fuckers locked in the padded cell
doped up on anti psychotics
and would it all go away? no longer taking a breath
and would it all go away if i started blastin' at bastards?
startin' killing everybody
many reasons for bleeding the reason families are grieving
the reason for seasons like i'm a reason for heathens
or am i just a human being who is only being human
with more questions and answers like what the hell am i doing?"