The Eyes of the Ones Without a Face

Superstition out my thought,
halucinating my mind.
Its no wonder,
thats why I never go out.

Walls are closing in while,
bugs crawling out of my veins.
I can see them,
but it seems like they have no face.

I crash right through these four white walls.

There is time but I can see no space.

My eyes are shaking out my beating pulse.

My heart dies but something else stays.

I wonder what does this look like,
from the eyes of the ones without a face?
I hate this, they are crawling.
I love them, keep them coming.

Can you tell me what the hell does this look like?
You are sane and your cups may not be laced.
I hate this, they are crawling.
I love them, keep them coming.

I tell myself that these thoughts,
are nothing more than a dream,
but my dreams,
they always seem to come true.

A crucifix to bound,
all of my persistent lies.
You never know,
when I am telling the truth.

You never know, of the thoughts,
that go through my mind.
Whose to blame?
You never could accept the truth.

If only I, couldn't wish,
all these things to come true
I hear it now.
I like to hear the woman scream.


I crash right through these four white walls.

There is time but I can see no space.

My hands shake and my body jolts.

I just wish everything of me could be erased.

I wonder what does this look like,
from the eyes of the ones without a face?
I hate this, they are crawling.
I love them, keep them coming.

Can you tell me what the hell does this look like?
You are sane and your cups may not be laced.

I hate this, 

they are crawling.

I love them, 

keep them coming.

Remember me