Behind a dozen false faces,
I strive to hold my sanity,
Drowning in the tidal wave,
That washed over my humanity,
Lunatic inside me, waiting for the sight,
Og a blood moon overhead,
To come to the surface,
And bathe in crimson light.
Lunacy within me, clawing to the shore,
Of my mind, of my yester-soul,
Howling laughter at the pain that I have bore,
Carefull cages, not holding within,
The breast beneast the surface,
My blood soaked little sin.
Betrayed byt love, redeemed by hate,
King of the Lunatics, with a hunger to sate.
Howling pain to grey skies as I begin to run,
But I know I never can escape,
The monster I've become.