This is my reality, the edge of insanity
The white slips through my fingers
I take your filthy remedies dutifully bowed
Screaming lost in this maze are you fucking proud?
So leave me here alone with myself
Shattered mirrors my distorted reflection
A million faces, none of them mine
Living life on the edge on borrowed time
Frantically reaching dead ends upon ends
I hope and I pray I will meet me again
I reach in my pocket for I have they key
The one to the trapdoor
Where I can be free
An ode to those who prescribe….