| I’m in a state of despair
|
| Nothing seems to fit my mind
|
| And although I can’t be there
|
| I still know that there’s a place
|
| For someone just like me
|
| Now, will I ever wake up?
|
| Wake up to see the box I’m in
|
| And will I ever stand up
|
| I’m standing on the edge of inability
|
| And though I’m trying
|
| It still penetrates my body
|
| All these demons that
|
| I carry deep inside
|
| (Deep inside)
|
| The changing faces
|
| Forces me to leave the traces
|
| Of the stranger things
|
| That are growing in my mind
|
| I know that I have
|
| Done this once or twice before
|
| The names are still a blur
|
| I’m arrogantly close to
|
| Falling off the edge
|
| I know I’m not insane
|
| Though my head hurts on the inside
|
| The images disturb me
|
| I know I’m not insane
|
| I’m not what they call me
|
| They are no good
|
| Still surrounding me
|
| Forcing my actions upon me
|
| The blood just paints my world
|
| They are no good
|
| Still surrounding me
|
| Forcing my actions upon me
|
| They’re forcing my
|
| Actions upon my deathbox
|
| And though I’m trying
|
| It still penetrates my body
|
| All these demons that
|
| I carry deep inside
|
| (Deep inside)
|
| The changing faces
|
| Forces me to leave the traces
|
| Of the stranger things
|
| That are growing in my mind
|
| Now, will I ever wake up?
|
| Wake up to see the box I’m in
|
| And will I ever stand up
|
| I’m standing on the edge of inability
|
| Now, is this a failure
|
| My project kill is right awake
|
| I’m all burned out from pressure
|
| My thoughts have brought me
|
| To my knees, awake in pain
|
| They are no good
|
| Still surrounding me
|
| Forcing my actions upon me
|
| The blood just paints my world
|
| They are no good
|
| Still surrounding me
|
| Forcing my actions upon me
|
| They’re forcing my
|
| Actions upon my deathbox |