I, Dementia

I, Dementia - Whitechapel

I I dementia in your mind

Creator of decisions violent visions and lies

Blind

Blind your eyes forever blind

Reality is dead by your force fed demise

I am dementia in your mind

Creator of decisions violent visions and lies

Blind

Blind your eyes forever blind

Reality is dead by your force fed demise

Get out of my head

Someone save me from this madness I'd rather be dead

All I see is reality

Fabricated by something I refuse to see

You know who I am

You created me by letting yourself believe

Take my cold dead hands

And go six feet down your failure is found

I I dementia in your mind

Creator of decisions violent visions and lies

Blind

Blind your eyes forever blind

Reality is dead by your force fed demise

I am dementia in your mind

Creator of decisions violent visions and lies

Blind

Blind your eyes forever blind

Reality is dead by your force fed demise

Take me away

Take me away

Take me away

Take me away

Take me away

Take me away

Take me away I just want out

Take me away I just want out

Take me away I just want out

From this self imprisoned self made hell

Don't be surprised this is your mind

Coming to life by self sacrifice

This tragedy of death will walk hand in hand

With every thought of regret

Blame yourself for what you've become

The mind is a powerful thing set to self destruct

Mind f**ked

You had your chance your time

This is the end of the line

This is the end

Of the line

This is the end

I am dementia in your mind

Creator of decisions violent visions and lies

Blind

Blind your eyes forever blind

Reality is dead by your force fed demise

We will slowly rot until this is stopped