Motivation escapes from my tears
as the men in black gather from my fears
I'm scared if I speak I will be hurt
that I will be dropped face down in the dirt
I can't focus on my sleep
I can feel my life up at a peak

My insanity bringing my painful thoughts to life
The grave keeper comes with a scythe
I can't feel my face anymore
it's gone numb and sore.

Please help me escape this hell
before that final bell
shall ring
and the angels will sing
before I slip up and give in
to my insane thoughts and the neverending sin
that burrows out from my tears deep within