Here we are, yes we, I know I'm not alone
You thought that I wouldn't see? You thought that you could deceive me?
All these years spent stuck turning dreams into nightmare
With my own ignorant hands, by twisting truth into fiction
This pen that writes to strike, would you know I also hide behind?
A ****** took place here. The corpse is in the pages.
As much as you'd like to wager
It's the face in the mirror for 24 years that's living in blood
You're so frail my girl, don't get caught up in love
You better worry yourself, about yourself before others
The past year's been built in defense of a notion
Entertained by a phantom and can only be rebuilt in
Truth if I burn this house down again like I've done it before
--but this time!