Trapped in my mind
The silence in my head grows less and less
The tranquility of silent torment I once knew
Is now replaced by another
The shrieks of insanity claim me
The pain the pain the pain
It rips flesh from bone
Thoughts are running rampant
A four-land highway with rhyme or reason
Ideas flying around with no direction
Tossing and turning in my bed
My lonely bed
My cold and lonely bed
Beads of sweat are pouring over me
So cold inside like being touched by death itself
A husk of life centered on another
Who, is not centered around yourself
The silence in my head grows less and less
The tranquility of silent torment I once knew
Is now replaced by another
The shrieks of insanity claim me
The pain the pain the pain
It rips flesh from bone
Thoughts are running rampant
A four-land highway with rhyme or reason
Ideas flying around with no direction
Tossing and turning in my bed
My lonely bed
My cold and lonely bed
Beads of sweat are pouring over me
So cold inside like being touched by death itself
A husk of life centered on another
Who, is not centered around yourself
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