This disorder of the mind
Like a slow creeping disease
Separates you from reality and to your past entwines

Lost in it's Labyrinth of sickly woven truth
Reliving each assault like your mind needs new proof

The more you fight it the more tangled it becomes
Till your suffocating on memories and feel you are done

If I embrace the past for all that it's worth
Immerse myself and choke on it till the pain gets worse
Give in to it's redundant soul destroying curse

Then I may be able to abandon it and set this sickness free
Far from my mind somewhere safe for it to be
Cause I can't take much more of this
It's only this disease that I see
And I just want to get back to the real me.