In the mitts of all the terror
That is, in fact, my life.
I hear your voice talking to me
Saying that it's alright.
You're telling me,
in the back of my mind,
that what I want to do is right.
You're telling me,
in my clouded thoughts,
not to worry, not to fright.
For soon after this nights ends,
my regrets will be no more.
Very soon after this night ends,
my memories of you will be no more.

There through all my clouded thoughts
Is a plan in the works.
The gears are turning,
in the most creative of ways,
to execute it without a flaw.
In this, my plan will turn out right.
Never again will I need to fight.
Never again will I need to fight.
I'll see your face no more,
because there will be no excuse,
your remains lay on the floor