Fornication, manipulation, you’re unaware of the evil that I’m makin.
Sick to my stomach, I can’t sleep. Like every other night I’m in too deep.
Dug a hole too low I can’t climb out. Voices in my head say they’re a help.
But all they do is fill me with doubt. Only one person knows how I felt.
Rip pardoned from these burdens and scream and shout.
But fornication and manipulation. You’re unaware of the evil that I’m makin.
You’re a demon in makeup. So I drink it away. Bartenders fill up my cup.
In this pitiful world I sit.  But I’m only digging deeper someone help me back up.
Freedom. Down deep in my pit