Maybe I should let the madness take me
let it spank, let it hate, let it make me.
As I smile before you with hatred in mind.
Imagine me rip you, with all my might.
And make you pray for returning light.
As you cry, it delights me.

Maybe I should let depression take me
let it cut, let it rot, let it crush me.
As I weep all that weight that I hide.
Imagine me carry my shadows.
And see me break into the gallows.
As I pull the trigger.

Maybe I should let  schizophrenia take me
let it poison, let it strengthen, let it control me.
As I grow paranoid of whispers.
Imagining blood everywhere.
And hearing screams from nowhere.
As I rip myself apart.