Hideous doorknob; hidden tears
just before a sin for breakfast
Twisting morals cause by pressures,
after party events, and forgiveness for
dinner. All those open doors of a daily sinner

Twisting curls of a girl's medusa
turning any man's heart to stone
Working by the corner, and side
hustling in ****. Trying to make a
living, feeling criticised by people

Searching eyes of light like headlights
flooded in tears, and drowning fears
Scratching behind an ear to find that
itch of hearing people's insults
Telling tails, "you can't, you can't"
from always feeling left behind and alone
Screaming in your head,

"you ****, you ****"

It's all the ugly nights of a dark mind
trapped in schizophrenia
Making up all those skits in your head;
all of those voices, those voices are so loud and ugly

...always,
always you fighting against those
ugly nights