as the walls are closing in on me and the thing they call reality i can t see shit but i m feeling it it s my own sick self so i ask myself don t i think i ve had enough yet i can t explain it s all in vain i m waking up dead got to win fight got to beat the night it ll suck me in it will spit me out god i hate this place all up in my face it s my private hell i create myself don t i think i ve had enough yet i can t explain alright come on let s get it on just bring it on it s fucking on i can t explain the voice that s inside my head