The shadows in my brain
That dance with all the pain
Only adding to the strain
The memories that they hold
That they crease and mold
Only leave me cold
The agony holds on strong
That it refuses to move along
Only leaving tears of all that's gone wrong
The shadows in my mind
That are so unkind
Only showing me what they find
Thoughts rambling in an insane manner
Voices mix and clamber
Between it all the static stammer
Leaving me to believe I'm not well
I wear a mask so you can't tell
That I really live in Hell
There is something going on inside my cranium
Maybe it holds to much radium
That must be why I need a ******
My thoughts bumb and scatter
Oohhh something shiny.....does it matter
Uhm I think my head has grown flatter
Pain and agony brought on insanity
Trying hard to grasp the gravity
This situation leaves me in, oh the calamity
Well my gray matter has had enough
I'm calling my life's bluff
Put the gun to my head, it was tough
Blowing that gray matter away
Still won't be enough to sway
The demons will make me stay
In a vegetative way
Mar 21, 2016
Mar 21, 2016 at 2:00 PM UTC
The shadows in my brain
That dance with all the pain
Only adding to the strain
The memories that they hold
That they crease and mold
Only leave me cold
The agony holds on strong
That it refuses to move along
Only leaving tears of all that's gone wrong
The shadows in my mind
That are so unkind
Only showing me what they find
Thoughts rambling in an insane manner
Voices mix and clamber
Between it all the static stammer
Leaving me to believe I'm not well
I wear a mask so you can't tell
That I really live in Hell
There is something going on inside my cranium
Maybe it holds to much radium
That must be why I need a ******
My thoughts bumb and scatter
Oohhh something shiny.....does it matter
Uhm I think my head has grown flatter
Pain and agony brought on insanity
Trying hard to grasp the gravity
This situation leaves me in, oh the calamity
Well my gray matter has had enough
I'm calling my life's bluff
Put the gun to my head, it was tough
Blowing that gray matter away
Still won't be enough to sway
The demons will make me stay
In a vegetative way
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