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