Sick

You can call me sick, but it’s more then that.
I’m fucking itching for a heart attack.
I’m fucking psycho, walking a tight rope, one wrong move I’ll stick my knife in
this guys throat.
There’s no cure for me.
Being crazy’s such a deadly disease.
Stop fucking labeling me.
I’m thinking dangerous scenes like injecting your veins with fucking animal
genes.
Inside my head «INSIDE MY HEAD,» I’ve lost all control.
Inside my head, it’s evident, I’m not human anymore.
I said get over here.
Sit the fuck down.
Let me wipe your tears and peel your fucking face off with this razor blade,
store your skin as a mask in a sentry safe.
I’m dead inside.
There’s no reason to hide.
I’m dead inside.
Bite my nails down to the bone.
My ignorance has finally shown.
Inside my head «INSIDE MY HEAD,» I’ve lost all control.
Inside my head, it’s evident, I’m not human anymore.
I just can’t process thoughts, choking every breath.
Violently, planning out what might happen next.
Face to face, right or wrong.
This is hell, this is hell.
Lets be honest with ourselves.
I’m fucking psycho.
Inside my head «INSIDE MY HEAD,» I’ve lost all control.
Inside my head, it’s evident, I’m not human anymore.