My Sanity On The Funeral Pyre

My Sanity On The Funeral Pyre - Atreyu

Paranoia is the insect worming

Its way through my subconscious thoughts

It's the larva of my self doubt

Gestating in my heart as I spiral down

And everything I touch is breaking

And it falls to the earth in splinters

And I shiver as every splinter finds its way

Underneath my skin

And after 22 years I can still make my skin crawl

Every shortcoming's a pitfall

On my way to makin amends

Within myself to be (to be what I became)

Sometimes it feels like the whole wide world

Has made itself my enemy

But I will stand upon my own two feet and raise

Raise my head up

I lick my wounds trying to cleanse the infection

Rabid and diseased

Reality fades away

When I pushed myself too far

A dream of emotional perfection

Has left a wounded heart

Trying to perceive the gifts inherent inside me

It's like squeezing the trigger

It's like opening fire

On everyone who's let me down

On every beautiful lie that is (that is only fiction)

Sometimes it feels like

The whole wide world has made itself my enemy

But I will stand upon my own two feet and raise

Raise my head up

For the first time

I'm losing control and I like it

Freedom feels like the noose is gone

For the first time

I'm losing control and I like it

Freedom feels like the noose is gone