The Mess Of MeI'm not afraid of the end of timeMore Like This
but i'm afraid of my mind
and I'm paranoid that I'm blind
wigging out at the drop of a dime
Everyone wants to kill me, alive and dead
strangers, friends, even the voices in my head
Looking over my shoulder, lying in bed
maybe I should end myself instead?
What if I lose control?
Can't find the urge anymore
Who am I with this face I can't see
Looks just the same but I know its not me
I can't breathe, gasping for air
I wanna disappear
Please, just don't let anybody see
The mess made out of me
If You Only KnewIf you only knewMore Like This
How many times the voices told me to kill you
But I smile right on through
and you never had a clue
If I wanted to you would have died now
I've had the chance a hundred times by now
I'm soaked in bloody sins
it rots right through my skin
taking over from within
Until I don't know who I am
Split personality giving me blank spaces
cut away the skin Until I'm faceless
A shell with so many spirits passing through
But I can't tell which is delusion and what is true
Which was here first, am I even in control?
I could be me or her and you wouldn't know
Sometimes smiles mean hidden dark plans
and I got my arms behind my back because there's blood on my hands.
But no one can see it but me
and they just say I'm crazy
If you hear it enough, it'll become true
and everyone always said I'd never be as good as any of you
So I have all this hatred I hold down so tight
Bitterness so black, I can't see the light
I stuff it all down and turn off my feelings
Pretend to be normal wh
Humanity Slipping Through My FingersI cut open my heart to see whats insideMore Like This
only to find that it froze and died
and all that remains is nothing at all
tripping out, and seeing blood on the wall
these voices that call wanna eat my soul
with their claws having me in such a strong hold
I'm a walking freakshow, the demon's favorite psycho
the most fucked up creature you'll ever know
they told me "Find a heart"
so I ripped them apart
I've been hated from the start
Living in the dark.
Sour-faced and narrowed eyes
fallen from grace, am I even alive?
I wear a mask well
so no one can tell
but deep down I know
this sickness will send me to hell
Its not like I care, I see it everyday
and every fucking night, the demons come out to play
They won't go away, so its best you don't stay
trust me, trust me
You're much safer that way.
I really need some help
I'm afraid of myself
everyone keeps telling me
I'm going to hell.
The blood on my hands won't wash clean
and my mind replays the soundtrack of bloody screams.
Can't look in the mirror