Scared to speak my mind.
I lived in shadows every fucking day.
Just a nameless face.
Choking on the words I wanted to say.
My days are numbered. I am left for dead. Hell is burning inside my head.
My days are numbered. I am left for dead. Hell is burning inside my head.
I was praying for death. Losing my mind with the visions of demons.
I was praying for death. Loathing inside me continues to deepen.
I was praying for death. I lost my mind and I'm facing the reaper.
I was praying for death.
I'm fading, no words to yell, sending my demons back to hell.
I'm screaming, my voice ain't dead, I'm tired of living inside my head.
I'm rising, with a story to tell, sending my demons back to hell.
I'm screaming, my voice ain't dead, I'm not living inside my head.
My days were numbered. I was left for dead. Hell was only inside my head.
My days were numbered. I was left for dead. Hell was only inside my head.
I'm not afraid, of you any more.
Far too long I stared at demons in the mirror.
But those days are over.
I live in hell, I welcome the reaper.