If I'm God Then You Must Be the Tyrant

Every other day is wasted away, and I think I've gone completely insane Pieces of my memory turn to ash, I'm going too fast and I'm gonna crash Constantly thinking of all the things that could go wrong So that is why I'm singing this song. I've never felt so dead inside And I blame it on my twisted mind Feeling the pins and needles in my skull And the flashbacks of the things I wanted to forget Can someone help me out of this hell I'm living in, cause I can't take it anymore Everyday is a struggle when it comes to the things that I don't want to think about It feels like I'm a puppet on strings, controlled by the ones who bring me down Days upon weeks upon months that turn into lonely years of silence And pain on my soul and bones that lead me to the great unknown Feeling the pins and needles in my skull And the flashbacks of the things I wanted to forget Can someone help me out of this hell I'm living in, cause I can't take it anymore Ripping the bandages off the scars I left in the past Sitting in silence as my world just self destructs Dragging me down into this empty house Where my feelings and thoughts just put themselves to sleep