My insanity lies in your hands.
Every move you make are my commands.
You stole away the apple of my eye.
Leading me on to every bad guy.
Leaving me to fend for myself.
Then like a toy, putting me back on the shelf.

My stone cold soul lies in your hands.
Every thought creates a new demand.
I always end up falling for your tricks and schemes.
This why no person is what they seem.

My poison drenched heart fills your hands.
With every trembling beat comes a wretched new plan.
Drizzled in ink, it leaks out sorrow.
Sorrow that fills my veins and prepares me for tomorrow.