The Frayed Ends of Sanity - Six Feet Under

Never hunger

Never prosper

I have fallen prey to failure

Struggle within

Triggered again

Now the candle burns at both ends

Twisting under schizophrenia

Falling deep into dementia

Old habits reappear

Fighting the fear of fear

Growing conspiracy

Everyone’s after me

Frayed ends of sanity

Hear them calling

Hear them calling me

Birth of terror

Death of much more

I’m the slave of fear, my captor

Never warnings

Spreading its wings

As I wait for the horror she brings

Loss of interest, question, wonder

Waves of fear they pull me under

Old habits reappear

Fighting the fear of fear

Growing conspiracy

Everyone’s after me

Frayed ends of sanity

Hear them calling

Hear them calling me

Into ruin

I am sinking

Hostage of this nameless feeling

Hell is set free

Flooded I’ll be

Feel the undertow inside me

Height, hell, time, haste, terror, tension

Life, death, want, waste, mass depression

Old habits reappear

Fighting the fear of fear

Growing conspiracy

Myself is after me

Frayed ends of sanity

Hear them calling

Frayed ends of sanity

Hear them calling

Hear them calling me