It’s these thoughts that keep me buried in the blackest of places

Hey baby, can’t you see that I’m a plague of the ancients?

In this life I have worn the mask of one million faces

But I’m just like everyone else, wearied and anxious

These catacombs echo the thoughts of a thousand dead

But all the corpses and skeletons hang out in my head

Hey baby, can’t you see that I’m still cold and catatonic

With a flow and vocabulary that borders on neurotic

You sold me euthanasia with the hopes I’d be your savior

But I’m no son of god; I wasn’t born in a manger

Hey baby, can’t you see that I’m still battling death spells?

Even when I’m happy, my head is still a living hell

I’ve settled for a life that distracts me from myself

The thoughts that keep me up at night leave me overwhelmed

I’m the better part of valor painted a shade of pallor

You’ve turned me pallid as we watched the summer rain showers

I found the devil when I dug way down deep

It turns out this whole time he lived inside of me

I found the poet that was searching for sleep

He was clinging to the words that paranoia freed

I’ve walked this fine line between death and sobriety

And it didn’t get me anything but notoriety

I’ve painted the sky red with angered threats

But what does it mean when the only road left is death?

I’ve tried so hard to get to the bottom of me

But I’m like quicksand; there is no end underneath

You all keep trying to tell the world I sing

But I don’t sing I scream until my throat bleeds

Hey baby, can’t you see I’ve made a mess of me?

But if I’m a sinner you must be my christening

I’ve got the darkest of habits and pen that ravages

It composes symphonies that fight like savages

My heart is a sepulcher where angels roam

Keeping watch over the demons you turned to stone

There’s beauty in the chaos that constitutes my mind

My head is battlefield scarred with landmines

Happiness is a warm gun filled with blanks

And there’s a pain in my chest where my heart got shanked

Accompanied by the noise of one thousand engines

And television static that can alter perceptions

I will make the earth quake while you all sit and pray

Cuz you’ve never ever heard music done this way

The distortion in my head is a symptom I crave

And the delusions in my mind keep me enslaved

But at the end of the day everything is okay

Because you calmed the voices that lead me astray

With a flick of the wrist you brushed away my pain

Because we both know that agony is so passe