So, like many, I write... I write to escape. I write to release, and I write to feel.

It's ironic, how titles alone are/have been so fitting to me...

Here I lay, bound in the sickness
as darkness will devour my mind.
An internal conflict beyond the gates of hell'
I awaken to believe insanity is what I'll find.

This moment inside the fire, as I grasp to breathe
leaves hatred scorched upon my beating heart.
I stand numb, before them- to rise and shout
until the voices within totally tears me apart.

There is no need, no want- no way to be free;
caught in this indestructible trap of lies.
And with the pain, pounding like ten thousand fists,
I've become this mistress of burden without compromise.

Remember, this is nothing more than the game;
a game in which you only think you can win.
Liberate me, set me free- intoxication comes
with shredding claws of mortal man's sin.

Shit, prayer is unheard and so I fear
another beast takes control of my sight.
With all that has now been lost,
it's simply time to give up the fight.

I'm alive, or so I tell myself;
it's become a total land of confusion.
And I contemplate the devil's offer...
pain redefined is the last conclusion.

And so I have become this criminal,
lost within the curse of perfect insanity.
A prisoner to your asylum, crucified;
brought a facade, your destruction haunting me.

To end this hatred deep within,
to stop feeling your sacred lie...
Listen close you mother fucker-
the torment was just another way to die!