Sometimes I think I am alone
And I don't know where to go
Sometimes I wonder why I feel
So utterly inhuman

The things that I remember doing
That I could not possibly have done
Though I have hurt a lot of people
I also remember killing one

My name was Ire, I was transformed
He screamed, but still I struck him down
My hands, they trembled, then I was gone
I was a murderous hellhound

The next morning I awoke
And fear was struck in all of them
I wonder what I actually did
I wonder where my victim went

Leonardo Di
Caprio, Leonardo
DiCaprio, yeah

Something whispers deep inside me
"You are the apocalypse."
So I set my pipe beside me
And think "I'm too high for this."

Something's wrong within my psyche
Something I cannot control
There aren't many people like me
Or at least I think so

Sometimes I am self-indulgent
Sometimes I am self-aware
Sometimes I'm completely present
Sometimes I'm not even there

Sometimes I am lost in space
My reflection is not my face
I see what's behind the veil
On the waves of consciousness I set sail

So what is this abomination
Deep inside my fractured mind
I remember all the people
That I may have left behind

And so I will not remember
With the help of drugs and *****
By the time it is September
I will have nothing to lose

The mural, it was of myself
Amongst lycanthropic flowers
I was in the Balkins
And 6am was the hour

I saw this in a psych ward
The strangest thing it was
To see a portrait of myself
It seemed as if I was in Hell

The choices you make define you
The past is who you are
But don’t let that confine you
To not going far

Mistakes, they serve a purpose
Just like sadness and pain
They are all reminders
Of what not to do again

So make your past a good one
So that when you’re frail and old
With your family gathered around you
A marvelous story can be told