Schizo Lyrics

(We the stressed music!)

(D-d-demons took it to 10)

I met with my therapist today

She asked if I'm feeling any different?

I told her I'm feeling ok

That question sounds way too deliberate

I look around the room

I feel an impending doom

How much do they know?

I'm sorry, gotta go

Please tell me, ill be okSo i can live to fight, one more day

Where is that music coming from

The darkness is what i'll become

I have to fight, or else I'm dead

A schizo fucked up in the head

My childhood gone, was born like this

The silence is, what gives me bliss

I'm at the bottom, of a well

My mind is like a tailored hell

I see them smiling, all around

What the hell, was that sound

They're plotting something, don't know what

Got a feeling, in my gut

I'm scared as hell, don't know what to do

Is this fake, or is it true

How am i, supposed to tell

I guess I'll see you all in hell

Please tell me, ill be ok

So i can live to fight, one more day

Where is that music coming from

The darkness is what i'll become

I have to fight, or else I'm dead

A schizo fucked up in the head

My childhood gone, was born like this

The silence is, what gives me bliss

I'm at the bottom, of a well

My mind is like a tailored hell

Paranoid, I'm paranoid

My world crashed down, like an asteroid

Volume up, i hear the screaming

My life is like a world I'm dreaming

My enemies are on their knees

Who needs friends, with demons like these

Where is that music coming from

The darkness is what ill become

I have to fight, or else I'm dead

A schizo fucked up in the head

My childhood gone, was born like this

The silence is, what gives me bliss

I'm at the bottom, of a well

My mind is like a tailored hell

They show me visions, of my death

I'm tweakin, feels like I'm on meth

I'm slipping, slowly lost my grip

Then i let these words fall from my lip

Where is that music coming from

The darkness is what ill become

I have to fight, or else I'm dead

A schizo fucked up in the head

My childhood gone, was born like this

The silence is, what gives me bliss

I'm at the bottom, of a well

My mind is like a tailored hell