i'm thinking that it's time to get out.my patients are fading fast.mind [bad word] just a little bit easier.dark times and shadows cast.
what are you suffering for?your proud of some kind of personal war?and will you throw it away?for nothing more than a simple taste?
i'll stay in time and watch you pass by.paranoia woven deep beneath my skin.i'll draw this line and hope you'll take my side.breath slow.breath slow.you shouldn't have to fight alone.you shouldn't have to fight at all.its nobody's battle but your own.
panic holds me like a gun.firm and steadfast bleak and cold.i think its time to kill the drama.this life style's getting old.
whispers behind closed doors.eyes spy from dark windows.plotting minds that seek to harm me.or maybe not.i don't really know.
there is something waiting for me in the darkest part of my imagination.
i'll stay in time and watch you pass by.paranoia woven deep beneath my skin.i'll draw this line.and hope you'll take my side.breath slow.breath slow.you shouldn't have to fight alone.you shouldn't have to fight at all.its nobody's battle but your own.
this is just self-induced terror.there's more [bad word] this is just a glimpse.i tell myself it's all in my head.but i'm pretty hard to convince.
oh.there's no relief.oh.this world can offer.oh.there's no relief.oh.this world can offer me.
i'll stay in time and watch you pass by.i'll draw this line and hope you'll take my side.you shouldn't have to fight alone.it's nobody's battle but your own.