I've got deep, dark secrets buried alive
Scratching at the surface, fighting for dear life
I push them deeper, blocking their escape to light
But their cries I hear louder, haunting me into the night
I've got unstable thoughts sitting at the edge of their bed
They're locked in a room with a gun to their head
'Do it!' I whisper 'It'll be painless and fast!'
'Forget about your future and remember your past'
I've got sick feelings afflicted by a deadly infection
In my hand I hold the antidote to start its regression
Shall I penetrate its vessel or watch it suffer instead
It's sick, it's twisted.. It's suicide in my head!