So I ran away
I heard the sky crack wide open
It was way too much
I needed to leave, for a while from
Not you or me or us
but the monster I had created

An Angela Hayes steps on the scene.
She’s ugly and she’s beginning to rot.
She’s pretty and her bones are broken.
She’s a shadow of herself.
She’s drowning yet she’s beautiful.

It was dark, dark inside.
Dark, dark outside.
I got a punch from heaven, who knows
Got sent to hell, instead.

And I couldn’t handle it anymore
All the lies fell in front of my eyes.
All my paranoia, all the crazy schemes of my mind,
finally seemed to make sense.

It didn’t but at the time I had to explode or else I’d have died and lost touch from me ever.