Diary Of Dreams - Hypo)cryticK(al

What is this fever that makes me tick?
What is this anger that makes me tick?
What is this hate that makes me tick?

I feel my disgust like a taste of a sin
I feel my remorse like I have never been
in this dead end solution, this mortal condition
Now facing the face of my saviour’s good-bye

Please take this one last assignment
Turn silent my friends
 [bad word] fate
We’re in this together 

What is this pain that makes me tick?
What is this fear that makes me tick?
What is this noise that makes me tick?

I feel my disgust like a taste of a sin
I feel my remorse like I have never been
in this dead end solution, this mortal condition
Now facing the face of my saviour’s good-bye

Please take this one last assignment
Turn silent my friends
 [bad word] fate
We’re in this together

Take the crippled mind next door
What do you think this room is for?
You came to test my sanity
You had to learn my mind is free 

You came to talk but you don’t listen
I try to walk but craw instead

You know the secrets of aggravation 
You know the flaws of every soul

Please take this one last assignment
Turn silent my friends
 [bad word] fate
We’re in this together

So tired of surviving
So sick of being hunted
So sick of being silent
These words need to be heard