welcome, enter inside the hall of mirrors pay attention to the walls that whisper saw a picture across a fixture of myself, waiting to die, lost in winter lose my sanity when i feel a full moon wake up bloody but i heal and pull through in debt to satan, i'm serving him well realize that we're already burning in hell i showed up even though a couple of days late honestly glad i did drugs in a strange way felt my life was the epitome of stress when i die i hope a little dignity is left i'm officially a mess, visibly a wreck don't need a doctor to know i'm clinically depressed i listen to the symphony of death while i try and figure out whatever mystery is left ..