Got so many problems in my head
Continuously living, but I feel dead
Tellin' me to be happy but I feel dread
Maybe I should roll over and go back to bed

People are sick, twisted in their minds
All of our souls trapped in the binds
Falling apart as the string unwinds
I'm hunted by demons of all different kinds

Some made of anger, some made of hope
Some come out swing after one puff of dope
I can't tell, how deep is this *****?
I keep on trying but there's no way to cope

With this disease, rotting my brain
Help me please, I think I've gone insane
Collecting the pieces that remain
All while keeping my heartbreak contained