There’s a stranger in my head,
There’s nothing left of me.
He’s clawing his way in,
And I’m holding out desperately.

Left in a jacket,
My arms tied behind my back.
Nothing all around me,
I’m missing this sense I lack.

He’s watching from the bars,
A wicked grin on his face.
There’s nothing left of me,
Nothing for you to trace.

This asylum is beautiful,
Horrid in design.
But when I find my room,
There’ll be no more me to find.

My blood splattered,
Across three hopeless walls.
I’m walking forever,
Stuck within these halls.

He’s taken over everything,
And found a door to my mind.
There’s nothing left for me,
Than to shiver and to hide.

Nothingness makes hiding,
Such a wonderful chore.
He’s in my mind,
He’s found my hidden door.

Sitting in the dungeon,
Of this deep dark recess.
I’m searching for a way,
To start over fresh.

If I could only wipe it clean,
And wash away this slate.
Then I could expel him,
And leave myself to fate.

Wiping away nothingness,
Is harder than it seems,
For how can I clean,
That which cannot be seen.

So take my heart,
And hold it safe.
I’m burrowing in,
And giving all that it will take.

Just promise you’ll be there,
When He’s gone from my mind.
It’ll take more than me,
To save what I can find.

This man in my dreams,
And the man in my mind,
Move so much quicker,
Than I can hope to hide.

So I give it all,
And you have my heart.
But it won’t be long,
Before I depart.