I don't really have much to say,
but I know I gave my life away
the day I gave into opposition.
I screwed my life with that one decision.
I've cried and cried my pain away,
but I still live with that constant reminder every day.
That I'm a fucking screw-up, I've heard it quite a few times,
It's only fair considering my myriad past crimes.
I'm all full of lies, and meant for the flies.
It's just about the time that I think I should die
The first time I figured it out is when I wanted to push my friend off the mountain
Just to hear his bones crack, and see his blood pour out like a fountain
Something inside had awarded me
It's safe to say it was because of my inappropriate poltroonery
And after that despicable action, and my adrenaline rose
I lied about it to the cops with an unreadable prose
But that's when my sanity arose from its dormant sleep
And that evil enshrouding me returned to the abyss in myself that was ever so deep
Well look what this world has done to my brain,
you surely don't think this is the thinking of a person that's sane?
Do you? I know there's something wrong with me
so I took a test, said I was schizophrenic that's a possibility.
Since all this started with something that the voices said to me.
They drove me to insanity,
so I hacked that man, and hacked and hacked till there was no blood to left to bleed.
But the shit that I've done, I've got two strikes on one
Life, Leads me to believe, in what I can't perceive.
And now I sit in jail while telling you quite a tale.
Before I tie my noose,
and finally let all these thoughts and feelings loose.
And a single voice tells me I've done good.
It's the voice that told me to kill him, the one that made me believe that I could