This psychotic obsession grows in the darkened confines of my soul
As I attempt futile repression of my psychopathic, needless bull
I�m trying as I�ve never fought to control these mental banshees
These emotions, are they all for naught or is paranoia one of my new psychoses?
Trying to understand my lunacy is bringing me more insanity
The more I try, the more I think, the closer I speed towards the brink
Everything seems like a conspiracy, although I try to boast neutrality
I find my escape again in drink, so into the solace of a bottle I sink
Trying to rationalize I start speaking to myself
Frustration builds behind the eyes, and explodes within demented shell
Dissent begins to increase, arguments rot my mind away
Destroying my inner peace, I lose more sanity this way!
As now I dive through the liquid fire
I find a new state of consciousness
In a cavern, the subconscious pyre
Hidden until opened by paranoid duress
In this altered alternate reality
Infinite power and pain I find
Seemingly immense eternal insanity
In the unexplored regions of my mind