As the days pass, I feel less sane
Feeling out of touch, gaining more pain
I don't think I'll ever see old age
Demons pulling in as they control me
[?] his vessel, I lost myself
All this chatter in my mental, stop this hell
Let me off of this ride, I ain't ask for this trip
Sick of all of the lies humans spew from they lip

As the days pass, I feel less sane
Feeling out of touch, gaining more pain
I don't think I'll ever see old age
Demons pulling in as they control me
[?] his vessel, I lost myself
All this chatter in my mental, stop this hell
Let me off of this ride, I ain't ask for this trip
Sick of all of thе lies humans spew from they lip