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Psychosis must be setting inClouding my perceptionSocial InteractionNull and voidContact with realitySomething I no longer needNow I have insanityOn my sideIt is just as I suspectI am wired IncorrectMust be just a defectOf my designAllow me to elaborateOn my poor mental stateI seem to hallucinateFrom time to timeI have personal demonsAnswers answers everywhere but not the ones I seekNow my sanity is leaking through the cracks in the ceilingIt’s just a matter of time until I lose my mindAnd start crawling up the wallsQuestions, questions everywhere, but not the ones I poseLetras de cancionesNow my conscience is lying in a state of disreposeIt’s just a matter of days ‘till I’m no longer saneAnd start crawling up the wallsUnusual and bizarreI have gone much too farNot my fault my thoughts areOut of the normI am not right in the headNowhere near a full deckMaybe my parade is ledSlightly off beatYou might say I’m on the fringeSlowly becoming unhingedCan’t cure me with your syringeIt’s much too lateMaybe in the scheme of thingsThese are just all fever dreamsThey don’t make a vaccineFor what ails meI have personal demonsAnswers answers everywhere but not the ones I seekNow my sanity is leaking through the cracks in the ceilingIt’s just a matter of time until I lose my mindAnd start crawling up the wallsQuestions, questions everywhere, but not the ones I poseNow my conscience is lying in a state of disreposeIt’s just a matter of days ‘till I’m no longer saneAnd start crawling up the wallsI have strange thoughtsRattling in my brainFighting to get outIt’s hard to keep containedI hear voicesScreaming inside my headI mustn’t listenI’m sure that they want me deadI have strange thoughtsRattling in my brainFighting to get outIt’s hard to keep containedI hear voicesScreaming inside my headI mustn’t listenI’m sure that they want me deadI have personal demonsAnswers answers everywhere but not the ones I seekNow my sanity is leaking through the cracks in the ceilingIt’s just a matter of time until I lose my mindAnd start crawling up the wallsQuestions, questions everywhere, but not the ones I poseNow my conscience is lying in a state of disreposeIt’s just a matter of days ‘till I’m no longer saneAnd start crawling up the walls From Letras Mania