Behind a mask, a man can bask only

For so long before being exposed

To the sun

The moon is up, a whisper of

"'Till death do you wrong"

Patients bother a patient doctor

Plastics itch, and bandages the

Aftermath won't add up to this. 

The fever breaks

It would take a masochist

To live like this



I buried my wife today

Restitution for my sanity



Chasing demons dressed like me

Their eyes are not like mine

Ignorance is divine

Instincts are reduced to teeth

That bite the hand that feeds

Fear thy father love thy martyr



The verdict of the jury hung on

The weight of what has become

A starry night, a vengeful wish "it doesn't have to be like this"



I buried my wife today

Restitution for my sanity

I buried my wife today

Restitution for my sanity



Sound the alarm and make

No mistake about this



All the king's horses and all the king's

Men have been sent to put this boy back

Together again, but somehow, he must

Have been predicting the fall



Caged rats, experiments

A brain with no oxygen

Release all the hostages, you've got

To wash your hands of this



Caged rats, experiments

A brain with no oxygen

Release all the hostages, you've got

To wash your hands of this



murder, murder, murder, murder