I sat there in the damp forest
Where you could hear the cry of the fallen angels,
the whisper of the dead
The charm of the devil turned the tables,
And the snarl of demon possession, their eyes bled
I've become heartless, don't care if you cry
Don't care if you die
Sometimes it's just better off dead
Living is overrated, under the weight of a thousand misled
Probably need a psychotherapist
I just wanna feel okay
It's getting longer all the bad things I did, longer list
It's scary when you hear voices night and day
Worse when their the only ones you trust
Specially when everything you touch turns to dust
Why do all the monsters come out at night
Every wall I knock down is a wall I replace
And behind every wall are ghosts leaving a deadly trace