I'm open to temptation
The Devils advocate
A doctor to his patient
I think I'm feeling sick

Running from my demons
That hide inside my mind
The door is always open
And they often coincide

Released from my imprisonment
The weight from off my back
The feeling of entitlement
Attack, attack, attack!

A bright sun-drenched apocalypse
Burning my inner core
I stopped to smell the roses once
Why, I'm not quite sure

My vision sometimes fails me
My hearing comes and goes
My sense of touch compels me
As the smells elude my nose

Faith is all I have right now
But no godly man am I
When an angel falls from up above
It opens up the sky