i feel her touch like a cold breeze tickled my neck she here to show me more ways in the dark i would expect her to know by now i won t bend or be afraid of anything she shows me or anything she say she wants me to be scared cause she feeds on fear and shows me horrible things so i don t see so clear my vision is so distorted and covered with new eyes that show me people covered in blood and ready to die i m afraid of my own self and it won t help me none to get a gun and put it to my dome i know that you re alone and i figured that we could talk if she don t get out of my head then i m blowing my shit off she keeps calling on me every night she s scratching the walls to keep me afraid everyday she keeps tearing at my sanity unbearing how it s become so mundane becoming insane i won t be afraid she didn t know that i was used to it flashbacks trigger my brain and shoot through it like fireworks again and again and if i m going insane then i m taking somebody with me out the window of the glass house you ve been livin and then if i m just another page that you can turn and get away from then please do me a favor and turn it before the day comes and hopefully it s sooner then later cause i m feeling my patience growing thin in this relationship and the greater you intergrate all the hate into my mind state there s only one way to retaliate grab the thirty eight and hold it to my temple waiting on the word and now it all seems so simple it s absurd maybe it ll stop when she sees me holding the gun i was suicidal this is what i m gonna become i m hoping you can learn from my past and what i ve done and on a long run maybe you gonna have to use a gun  she keeps calling me again i m afraid i m afraid i m afraid she keeps calling me again i m afraid i m afraid i m afraid what if wizards were wicked would i sing of evil spells and hidden incantations to open the gates of hell would if style were wicked would i wear human skin with magic conflicts in a cane that s made of skeleton what if hell were heaven in heaven we re in reverse would it really change the balance here on earth care to think about it i don t got too many problems of my own insanity it s a grip that i m trying to keep a hold on i just want to be left alone so everybody please just go away inside of my mind is where she calls home and i just can t take another word she say what if a rose was wicked would it have teeth would it bite all who smell it leave new holes in their cheeks what if love was wicked would it make me want to bite till i drew blood staining my teeth like fist fight what if art was wicked would i paint with blood would i sculpt with guts would i mount human heads to the wall with love probably all of the above and then some spend a little time only the streets help 