Breaking my chains
scarring my brain.
I think I may be insane.

Rattle in my throat
scar on my hand.
Writing this note
as if I had a plan.

Watch as all the pretty people go by,
my hope, my dream is just to stay high.

Away from the ignorance of this town,
I am the prince of depravity with a thorny crown.

Breaking my chains
scarring my brain.
I think I may be insane.

I think I may be insane.