Patient Sixty-Seven - Us, From Outside

Here I am, sleeping alone

Away from the world

I know my voice can’t be heard

And I awoke fighting for help

But I’m drowned out

By the screams of those

Who’ve finally lost their minds

And the rest of their lives

Honestly, if there’s not a chance in hell

I might as well admit myself

You’re under my skin and over my head

I’m hearing these voices in my dreams

It’s over and over

I’m afraid I’ll never escape

You and your words sound so bitter--

Can you remember the last time they weren’t?

Is this something that I deserve?

The palms of my hands are bleeding again

Here I am, locked in this room

Holding onto my life

I know if I ever survive

You will see the monster inside--

But I swear to you they’ve led me

They led me to this

'Cause I almost lost my mind

And the rest of my life

Honestly, if there’s not a chance in hell

I might as well admit myself

You’re under my skin and over my head

I’m hearing these voices in my dreams

It’s over and over

I’m afraid I’m going insane

Is this my fault?

Did I bring this upon myself?

I can’t go on without your help

And I tried to believe that I’d make it on my own

I’m becoming the man

You tried to destroy for years

Which would be worse--

To live my life as a monster

Or to die as a good man?