I'm crawling in my head with the walking dead
I've got a cold sweat on my skin
I'm fighting back the demons in a waking dream
Where my weakness will become a sin
I'm holding onto terror, it's my guiding light
It's gonna pull me out of my mind
A never ending telepathic testimony
For the fear that I feel inside
Beyond good and evil lie the future ghosts
That surround us like a ring of flames
Summoned here by innocents and fools alike
For the pleasure of the game
I wish to hell I was a stronger man
And I could heal just as quick as scar
But I'm weak when I'm in this deep
It's not a game anymore, it's gone too far
I've been stabbed in the back
By a maniac
And I thought it was me
But I didn't have the guts to believe