Visions, dreams, thoughts and wishes fill my brain
Listen and watch them as they drive me insane

Pain is the only thing that they can make me need
So cut my wrists and watch me scream and bleed

As I stare at the wounds and start to feel agony
I can see the ghosts of the past as they’re passing me

Leaving me here alone to learn to fight for myself
But my courage is gone I guess I left it on the shelf

With the fear that I still have of being all alone
Watch me turn cold and shiver to the bone

I’m gone…I don’t know what else I can say
I can only ask… why it had to be this way

But I don’t…I just choke and hold the words back
Spinning emotions make me dizzy and throw me off track

I guess I don’t mind…because in the end I’m going to be fine
Until then I will sit here looking to the sky for my sign

Filling my body with my poison until it decides to quit
I’ll continue to vomit and cough out blood with my spit

That’s it…I don’t think I can take this stranglehold longer
The beast that I fought off is coming back faster and stronger

He’s winning…I guess he saw this future from the beginning
I punch that mirror until I can no longer see his face grinning

Still spinning…I pour my soul out for the people to see
They watch as I get caught up in what used to be me

AHHHH….I yell as I am falling to my knees
My evil twin is cutting me and I’m begging him…Please

Don’t stop just yet…because I haven’t had enough
Pain is my coffee and I only drink it when it’s rough

That’s tough…I have heard this a thousand times before
So rip my ears off so I can’t hear this anymore

I’m sore…From all this abuse from this life
It’s hurts me more than any gun or any knife

Or anything else… could ever do to me
I HATE MYSELF…is what I’m wanting you to see

But I’m not the only one…this is what I’ve never known
I’m not alone…I don’t have to go through this on my own

There are millions out there who seem to share all my pain
We have nothing else to lose and everything to gain

We may strain…and even struggle…but it’ll be ok
With middle fingers held high…we’ll say F*ck You one day

So you can say…that we are crazy when we’re misunderstood
But the truth is we do something that you wish that you could

You should…learn to hear our words and look when we dream
Until then…we are united…and will continue to…SCREAM!!!!

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