Sanity's a thing of the past.
Here one second, gone the next, the pace is getting kinda fast.
The screams are getting kinda loud with patience growing way too thin.
The steady struggle of consciousness with a mind that's growing way too grim.
It hurts, it hurts, ******* it hurts to fill this bottle with my pride.
The seasons change and I'm still strange,
these demons do not want to hide.
They want out, they want to play.
To make you tremble and cry.
They want to insert all the fear that I now feel inside.
Lacking freedom of the tongue, these words all taste like poison.
This is a war that can't be won, you're fresh out of choices.
This cage came with so many locks and adds more on each day.
Maybe I should try and contact that invisible man to which they pray.
Nah, that's just cray.
So I'll shrink myself down to a size that suits me.
I'll get real close to the ground,  an inch or two will do it.
Because that's what you do when the demons run loose.
You watch from afar like a coward.
Then you set yourself free with some height and a noose,
or take a dive off a tower.