ive got, a narrow scope of vision

theres mosters crowding my periphery

im enraged, and i am on a mission

im haunted, i have a ghost in me



i have a journal and its next to my bed

it catches nightmares as they drip from my head

i try to read them but theyre written in code

buning up the pages from the weight of the motherload



who walks down these halls

living vicariously through the soles of her feet

who traces her fingers along theses walls

who makes the floorboards creek



i love you, i love you

i dont say those words cause they never sound real

i love you, i love you

i dont have a body and i cant even feel



ive got to makes it home by midnight

im alive, but i have lost my eyesight

i once was running and i tripped and fell

a bible thumped me and i slipped in to hell

i turned around and i pulled out my hair

cause all the christians were there