Why? -

What I hear is what I fear

I can’t believe it’s real

It might have been just a sound

It’s becoming a specter all around

I wanna fight for freedom

Fight to recover my own

The demons raiding my mind

They try to break my way to walk the line

Why is this taking what is in me?

Every day is a battlefield, every day

Why is my brain controlling me like this?

I need your help!

I don’t wanna die!

I gotta control myself

My soul is between your hands

Cause I can’t tread on quicksand

I hope this angel takes me away from hell

Try to understand the ghost

I hit my head on a post

It’s still screaming in the night

But I know it’s the beginning of the fight

This is not real;

it’s so unreal;

like a monster

This creature’s creeping in my head

I wonder if I will survive!