Hysterla
In Skin
Memories melt in my mind and
Who i think i am will die
Reasons why i try to find im
Multiplying in my
Head im seeing patterns
My head is going faster than the
Body that i see in bed
Im letting go forever
Its hurting but doesnt that mean that im growing
Change the blood that i am holding
Who am i controlling
Is he wrong for listening to
Demons calling talking to the
Open door hes down the hall
Went in the wrong direction
Getting sick of his perception
He will tell you what he finds inside
But soon forget this state of mind
Keep running in and out of time
His sense of self has always been a lie