I'm on the verge of mental breakdown.
Can't you see it right behind my eyes.
And I can gaze into the silence
And bring back your muffled cries.
And I can hear the Darkness speaking
It says your fake and full of lies.
I'll bash my face into the pavement,
So I might keep my seldom highs.

The Smile i wear is lying.
This toothy grin will gnash your throat.
My cerebral core is crashing,
And I'm hungry for your hope.
I can Taste the sound of hatred,
And I adore the way it smells.
And the smell and taste of sanity,
Just doesn't suit me very well.

So it'll be One last execution,
A muscle twitch, a trigger click

Polished lead rips through my crazy.