Those who Dance to the Music are
considered Insane by those who cannot Hear it.

But are we not all insane?
Are we not part of the same life of sound, music and death?
Are we not all behind the same wall?

We're all insane. It's just that not everyone knows it.
Which is why they're staring at me because I'm humming.

I'm sure everyone knows they're insane but refuse to admit it.
So they stare and judge.

Probably.
Of course, we're absolutely mental.
We're mad.
All the best people are.
But the really insane ones are those who think they're normal.

Yet they send us to mental institutions.

Because they honestly don't realize . . . we all have monsters.
We stopped running from the ones under our beds, when we realized
they were inside of us.
We're all monsters.
No avoiding it.

I love the cold, it reminds me what this world really is behind the mask.

I let it overtake my body, im so use to it, its the only thing i know that isnt mystery.

Everyone is inside warm, calling out to me ...

They want to reach me, but i'm the only one who knows how far gone i am ...

Out of reach.

What i feel isnt weakness, what they feeling are.

Ill take my unwanted and useless thoughts with me through the lonely winter storm.

I sit here in my jell cell, i beg the key holder to let me out

Whats the point? Your alone,  you caused others pain, you took life.

It was accidental though, i didnt mean it...

It doesnt matter, you took precious memories, you took years, and from your family.

Your right ... My only friend in here is depression, it feels so comfortable now.

Ill always be the unforgiven ,ill always be the unforgiven, always ...

Ill never miss what i didnt have ... so that's okay

Until my execution day, ill be the judge ...

Temper temper
Your children will remember.
The scars you make, they'll stay they'll fester.
A moment  now, so please remember,
they only love,
So watch your temper.

To be the best,
one not need be the best.
Simply be better then the rest.

I find myself on the edge of
Giving up or just giving in;
But standing still right now, I know,
There's nowhere near a greater sin
Than staying mute and allowing
My emotions to overflow--
For all they do is ******* me
As they play out a picture show
Of all my regrets, doubt, and fears,
Memories I wish to bury,
Future failure I've accepted--
My collection of misery
Running on repeat, on and on,
Know all the words to this old song,
And it goes, on and on, again;
So up or in, I can't be wrong.
I have a choice to make tonight
But at least know, I'll be all right.