I might cut my head off and hang it next to me

I'd let it speak, facing me, loud and clear

I'm sick of my mind drowning me in its silent sea

And you, at the back of my mind

What are you whispering in my ear

Is it madness or fear, please make it clear

I might slip a noose around my neck and hold it tight

For my mind feeds on my pain; lets it course through, black as a night

Please, you've had your fill, stop with your ruthless maelstrom

Because my throat is turning blue, and it's not a pretty sight

I pull the knot tighter still, with frozen fingers hard

Because you are insatiable, a hungry demon's child