What's left of me
Is all in piece's
As the voice's grow louder
The pain never ceases

Watch your step
Wouldn't want you to bleed
Get stains on the carpet
Just follow my lead

I'll guide you through
All of my insanity
The tour begins
Right here, inside of me

We'll begin with the heart
It look's a little bare
Didn't have time to decorate
I don't often dwell there

Moving on now
Next stop my mind
Sure you want to go
Never know what you'll find

Here it is
My own personal maze
The only way out
Is to follow the haze

You can't go in
It's under construction
From the last time
I suffered mental destruction

One stop left
On this tour from hell
Stop at the gift shop
We have lot's of **** to sell

If you look to the right
You'll see the grand creation
Can you feel the sorrow
Created by self-mutilation

We'll exit through the veins
In our crimson ride
This attraction is closed
Because our host has died