They think that I'm crazy. I know that I'm not
But their words keep coming back to haunt me
A book falls off the shelf. How can I trust myself?
When I'm alone I'm never by myself
I flip through the pages. Every word is sedating
The hairs stand up on the back of my neck
The words read "your heart is black"
I've decayed on the inside
Poisoned by the judgment of man
I can feel the nails hammered in my hand
Crucified like swine, but the meat goes to waste because you can't stand the taste
Internal war wages. I bled these words on to the pages
The hair stands up on the back of my neck
The words read: Your heart is black
I'm starting to believe it my self
The voices in my head need to be bled
After a while of hearing: You're insane
You start to doubt yourself and wonder if it's in your head
Maybe I am
I pull out the nails hammered in my hand
You're all laughing now
But in the end we'll see who's laughing
When the judgment you pass is what destroys you all
Maybe I am insane
I'll be pushing up daisies
I know that I'll rot. I'll rot the man I am
Not the man that they want me to be