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No more left to say

It’s time for me to face the day

No more places to hide

Nothing else left inside

Fires burn from the outside in

Fire destroys everything within

Burning everything I used to be

Creating a whole new image of me



If you wonder why I don’t give a damn

It’s because you don’t even know who I am

I am that bump in the night

I am that feeling when nothing feels right

I am that cloaked man that follows you home

I am the one who attacks when you’re all alone

I am that monster living under your bed

I am that crazy voice inside your head



I am so crazy, sick, and twisted

And it is me that is so fucken gifted

I sneak in without a sound

I wait till no one else is around

In your dreams you try to run

In comes the crazy fuck with a gun

Its just then I put your dream on hold

Observing, the grip is warm and the barrel cold

The birds that fly and sing

The bells swing and the chimes ring

The wind blows a stiff breeze

Yet the waters are calm and at ease



The people continue on as if we weren’t there

No one stops cause no one cares

I press play to resume your nightmare

Your eyes meet my demonic glare

I raise the barrel about chest high

Just as I let the lead fly

Blood stains your earth red

As you awake in your own bed



I told you I am whatever I want to be

The reaper, the boatman, even the devil, that’s me

I am in your car during the wreck

I am the rope around your neck

I am the book you have already read

I am the 45 that is at your head

I am the food that’s on your plate

I am the one who chooses your fate

I am the razor that cuts in your skin

I am your demons that hide deep within

I am the note you left family and friends

I am the one who greets you in the end

I am the highlight of your lies

I am the devil in disguise

I am whatever I say I am

I am…