When it starts,
You got a case of the shakes,
You lay in bed where you feel yourself falling...
And it gets worse,
As you get clamy hands,
Then you start to shiver and cry yourself to sleep....
Because those voices in your head,
Will not cease their nagging,
You know you've lost all self-control,
When you embrace those dire thoughts
Finding things to be used to carve out,
Guilty thoughts into your dying walls,
Being surrounded never felt so empty,
Until this time in which you have accepted...
You're almost there,
In desperation, grief, pity, despair,
You shatter mirrors to shatter your existence...
Time to shake hands with death,
Not death your enemy, but death your only friend,
When suddenly you want new beginnings at the very end...
Because those voices in your head,
Would not cease their nagging,
You submitted self-control,
And acted out on impulse
Finding things to use as wrecking balls,
To destroy the illusion of your walls,
An empty field never looked so empty,
As it does when alone in hell
