The place where young children used to play,
no longer a land full of babes,
in the dark they walked off,
grown up and old and cold and gone.

Oh, the veins trick you into thinking -
that all is fine in your world,
welcome to a place filled with pain and suffering,
welcome to your new hell.

Insulin pumps instead of fist pumps,
depression instead of joy,
it's killing you inside,
it's killing you in so many ways.

Oh, the veins trick you into thinking -
that all is safe in your world,
welcome to the place of tears and pain,
welcome to a new plane of friendly hell.

Cynicism and nihilism and agnosticism,
nothing anymore tastes the same,
it seems that life has changed direction,
no longer a captain of a steady vessel.

Oh, your veins tricked you into thinking -
that everything is perfect in your world,
welcome to a place of fear and nervousness,
welcome to a life with diabetes.