Sometimes the thoughts in my head are dark and sickening
blistered and twisted, I resisted but now its quickening
I try to think happy thoughts but instead
it seems like I'm a stranger in my own fucking head
and sleep dont seem to help cos I all I do have nightmares
of the man I used to be so I feign emotion and act like I care
and hope I smile in the right places, and in the aftemath I laugh
cos lack of feelings got me feeling like a psycopath
I'm sick of living, sick of giving unforgiving screams
running through my head like unfilled dreams
And if I die some people cry, but oh well
at least they get to heaven, while me?, I'll burn in hell
and I'll be laughing while they torture me and slaughter
my last last living dreams of my daughters
blistered and twisted, I resisted but now its quickening
I try to think happy thoughts but instead
it seems like I'm a stranger in my own fucking head
and sleep dont seem to help cos I all I do have nightmares
of the man I used to be so I feign emotion and act like I care
and hope I smile in the right places, and in the aftemath I laugh
cos lack of feelings got me feeling like a psycopath
I'm sick of living, sick of giving unforgiving screams
running through my head like unfilled dreams
And if I die some people cry, but oh well
at least they get to heaven, while me?, I'll burn in hell
and I'll be laughing while they torture me and slaughter
my last last living dreams of my daughters
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