Sometimes I can only hate what I've become. |
I don't know what's roaming inside me But there must be a monster within I can feel its claws pushing against my skin Scraping and shoving into place The grotesque being that wants my body Cannot see through my eyes 'Fore if he could see what I see He surely would want to die I don't know what's roaming inside me But there must be a ghost within I can feel myself turning into a puppet A hollow figure of my former self When the strings pull taut I move again I know that he can't feel my actions 'Fore if he could do what I do He surely would want to die I don't know what's roaming inside me But there must be a gargoyle within I can feel its cold growl in my voice Stone weighs my mind down And there's nothing I can do to resist That raspy snarl upon my face surely isn't mine But I know that he can't tell what he's doing 'Fore if he could hear what I hear He surely would want to die I can only guess what's roaming inside me And I'm starting to think that it's me The cruelty that I display all day Is something no other horror could create As it is just as sickening to them as it is to me To lash out against those that you love And forget every last image of happiness Surely makes me want to die |