the security of the familiar, the tranquility of repetition

he walks alone

the streets deserted

he steps on every crack

he makes and home and no ones waiting to welcome him back

who is the man in the mirror?

he wonders as he stares in the eyes of a stranger

he's looking for a way

to make it through the day

to say the worst is over

no need to be afraid

he screams out

someone save me from myself

drag me from the gates of hell

cuz i'm hanging by a thread

and i'm getting closer to falling off the edge

and he screams out

someone save me from myself

he counts the tiles on the ceiling

and everything fades to black

he knows he'll never have the feeling

to take a step back

the voice in his head's getting louder

his skin is crawling

he runs both his hands through the water

there's got to be a way

to make it through the day

to say the worst is over

no need to be afraid

he screams out

someone save me from myself

drag me from the gates of hell

cuz i'm hanging by a thread

and i'm getting closer to falling off the edge

the freaks are coming after me tonight

they capture me and guide me towards the light

who is the man in the mirror?

the voice in his head's getting louder

he screams out

someone save me from myself

drag me from the gates of hell

cuz i'm hanging by a thread

and i'm getting closer to falling off the edge

he screams out

someone save me from myself