i m crawling in my head with the walking dead i ve got a cold sweat on my skin i m fighting back the demons in a waking dream where my weakness will become a sin i m holding onto terror it s my guiding light it s gonna pull me out of my mind a never ending telepathic testimony to the fear that i feel inside hell is not a place it s a game you play and suffer every move you make posession is the prize in the enemy eyes you pay for every chance you take a soul is not a soul until it lives in a hole with a hacked up life and limb the pain that you find can make you feel so fine the alienation s dead at the back of your mind go to the other side hello is anyone home but you ve been left alone maybe i ll submit to my own desire will the agony be too extreme something deep inside pulled my legs wide open and the whisper turned into a scream took my by surprise when i heard my cries because i didnt recognize my voice a schizophrenic call or a voodoo doll too terrified to make that choice ive been stabbed in the back by a maniac and i thought it was me but i didnt have the guts to believe beyond good and evil lie the future ghosts that surround us like a ring of flames summoned here by innocents and fools alike for the pleasure of the game i wish to hell i was a stronger man and i could heal just as quick as scar but im weak when im in this deep its not a game anymore its gone too far ive been stabbed in the back by a maniac and i thought it was me but i didnt have the guts to believe