People who think they are are alone, have no idea what it actually feels like.
Isolated is a close friend of mine, and its voices continually louden in my head.
Talking to myself, trying to fill dead air.
The mind plays tricks on itself to believe that someone might be there.
A man can only be alone for so lone, till his mind is fully gone.
Nobody to hear me talk about my dark fantasies.
Nobody to hear me talk about my dark realities.
The life boat I set sail on, has started taking water.
Entities in my head, have started to turn me into fodder.