These are dark times but I have the upper hand Rotting from within to save my skin A corpse without reflecting the within I have lost control ~ I will gain control again!
These are unpleasant days, but I have a master plan a personal holocaust, a psychosis to sooth the frayed edge I have lost control ~ I will gain control again!
And there's nothing pretty about this nothing for to offer praise Selfabuse is the highest sin, but I do it anyway It's the only way I know And I cannot let go I'm relinquishing my soul to the devil I know so well
These are troubled hours but I have the method down a coping mechanism that kills a saviour in which to drown I have lost control ~ I will gain control again!
When will I grow up? Maybe this was not a phase? Maybe I was born this way: Maybe I was born a slave When I fade away a palette for the palest shade When I pass away a palette for the palest gray