I stand alone
 
 Burned every bridge over the troubled water
 
 No longer hiding from my personality disorder
 
 A stronger tide is coming, I've been running
 
 trying to function fine with out my mind
 
 climbing out this fucking corner
 
 I was born a thorn away from the rotten petals
 
  
  A forgotten rebel
  
 
 craft in the absence of heaven's heavy hands to develop an evident level of benevolence
 
 so it's probably better I sold my soul to the devil
 
 This is a message to anyone I met that thinks they know me
 
 Don't pretend to understand none of the issues that I'm holding
 
 I was in a rush to grow up, look Mom no cuts
 
 Just a stomach in disgust, and the fear
 
 that I might go nuts this year
 
 If I don't slow up I'll see you on my way
 
 One day this shit'll kill me but I guess that it's OK
 
 I've lost all faith in a world so full of hate
 
 and I don't fucking love music I just use it to escape
 
 I'm caught between wanting to punch someone in the face
 
 and putting a bullet in my head to leave the human race
 
 Everything takes its toll but there's no tolls I can take
 
 I haven't yet found a good reason to be awake
 
 Introducing the corroded bumps I hide behind my smile
 
 I'm angry at the universe for the way she treats me now
  
 
 And keeps me down, 
  
 
 stealing all my energy
 
 I'm feeling like my enemy, concealing my identity
 
 Not dealing with my tendencies,
 
 I peel the skin and then I squeeze
 
 The real imprinted hand cause he's 
 
 not human in this century, 
 
 I'm kneeling to the entity
 
 Who built this penitentiary, 
 
 as filthy as a centipede
 
 And guilt was in his sense cause he was willing to just let me bleed, While I wore a game face
 
 In 10 years don't check for me I'll be in the same place
 
 This planet's just an over-populated mental hospital
 
 Each zombie walk around constitutes another obstacle
 
 So here it is I'm finally coming out my shell
 
 All 19 years of my life have been in conflict with myself
 
 I'm insecure by every facet of my existence
 
 From my addictions, to the condition I choose to live in
 
 Who you kidding? 
 
 I suffer from excess anxiety
 
 A product of pollution in American society
 
 Stare into my eyes and see the hell that burns inside my mind
 
 and I no longer have an ego I can hide behind
 
 but I've been trying disregarding my insanity
 
 Every form of art isolates us from humanity
 
 But it's provoked against being force fed
 
 so Fuck education for a decade and 3 years
 
 of headaches from my peers
 
 Cause now I realize I could have learned more on my own
 
 They taught me how to know everything except my soul
 
 Which is everything I need to grow
 
 Everything that keeps me whole
 
 Everything that ever meant anything to Eyedea
 
 So I leave with golden hopes
 
 to rip the leash that holds my focus
 
 but the fact remains the same, I'm still bound by chains
 
 It doesn't matter if your chain is 10 ft or 100 ft
 
 The fact remains the same, you're still bound by chains
 
 Some people say I've changed, and it's harder to relate to me
 
 Good, I never liked you our friendship was make believe
 
 I'm peeling the mask back and
 
 revealing the rap that's been
 
 Feeling my organs drilling short distorted portions
 
 of morbid acid keeps the torture unfortunately crafted
 
 interests to orbit my portrait and inflict my image with disorder
 
 The minutes get shorter, the walls start to close in
 
 Feels like the brain is hanging on by one clothes pin
 
 I've hidden in the darkness for too long
 
 I make it look all right but on the inside it's all wrong
 
 I want life to change but I don't know if it can
 
 for a man or machine or whatever the fuck I am
 
 I stand alone burned every bridge over the trouble water
 
 No longer hiding from my personality disorder
 
 You want to die in my life?
 
 then come and stay in madness' favorite little corner
  
 
 Cause even shadows have shadows
 
 and my secrets are eating me eagerly feeding
 
 I scream in my dreams away but they keep on defeating me
 
 Even Shadows have Shadows
 
 Welcome to the dusty subconscious of an actor
 
 Who murdered his childhood to stop the audience's laughter
 
 Even Shadows have Shadows
 
 How am I to break free from my fears
 
 When I don't like what I see and I can't feel what I hear
 
 Even Shadows have Shadows
 
 So don't judge my book by it's cover
 
 Cause my story's just fucked up as any other