My eyes are dotted,
My lips are sown.
The needle digs deep,
My blood runs cold.
Trickling down.
(Drip, drip)
Time moves on,
(Tick, tick)
The room is spinning.
I’m about to slip.

(Into madness, into madness)

My soul has been Eviscerated.
I don’t have my joystick,
I’ve lost control.
I used to dance to my own beat,
Should have held on.
But what can you expect from a doll?
Could be torn to shreds,
And try to patch me back up,
But I’ll never be whole.
After all…
If one’s innocence dies,
Can they truly grow old?

My eyes are dotted,
My lips are sown.
The needle digs deep,
My blood runs cold.
Trickling down.
(Drip, drip)
Time moves on,
(Tick, tick)
The room is spinning.
I’m about to slip.

(Into madness, into madness)

The burdens bare,
Naked without a care.
Empty & incomplete.
Because life ain’t fair.
A blank stare that engulfs,
And consumes like a black hole.
That dead expression,
That traps all within its grasp, like a sink hole.

My eyes are dotted,
My lips are sown.
The needle digs deep,
My blood runs cold.
Trickling down.
(Drip, drip)
Time moves on,
(Tick, tick)
The room is spinning.
I’m about to slip.

(Into madness, into madness)