Letra My sanity on the funeral pyre de Refuse Of Death

Paranoia is the insect worming its way
Through my subconscious thoughts
It's the larva of my self doubt
Gestating in my heart as I spiral down
And everything I touch is breaking
And it fall to earth in splinters
And I shiver as every splinter finds its way underneath my skin
And after 22 years I can still make my skin crawl
Every shortcoming, a pitfall
On my way to making amends within myself to be what I became
Sometime it feels like the whole wide world has made itself my enemy
But I will stand up on my own two feet and raise my head up
I lick my wounds trying to cleanse the infection
Rabid and diseased reality fades away
When I pushed myself too far
A dream of emotional perfection has left a wounded heart
Trying to perceive the gifts inherent inside me
It's like squeezing the trigger
It's like opening fire on everyone who's let me down
On every beautiful lie that is only fiction for the first time
I'm losing control and I like it
Freedom feels like the noose is gone