It's cold tonight and I can't explain
Why I'm still trying to escape the pain
It's only right, it's only spite
Feel the powerful release of hate
Disgusting hate, showering down on me
I must know how to decide between your punishment and your soul
The weight that drags you down below
The blame growing inside of our minds
The game is now on
Time is up so cut the bullshit
Give it all you've got
My phantoms in disguise
Won't let me sleep tonight
My lies are haunting
Or is it me?
Don't you think by now you could anticipate
The impending tension you'll exacerbate
Part of the big scheme you elaborate
Same kind of dream that you obliterate
Start mending till you even out the odds
And accept the truth before your mourn your loss
Now get real or shut up, hands on or hands up or hands off
I can't believe I missed on most of the signs
We gave each other to redraw lines
Obvious for so long
Our hopes rolling over in the graves we dug to save ourselves
From dealing with this life we're being denied
My phantoms in disguise
Won't let me sleep tonight
My lies are haunting
Or is it me?
Isn't it ironic how the brightest memories
Can be twisted into the scariest nightmares
And how the worst ones can simply
Get thrown into oblivion as if they never happened?
Who's the mental librarian in charge? I'd like to have a word or two
Forgot all about yesterday
I'm left with a sense of betrayal
My phantoms in disguise
Won't let me sleep tonight
My phantoms in disguise
Won't let me sleep tonight
