1. PSYCHO

Open your eyes,
What do you see?
Reflections show the world
What you don't want to believe. (x2)

I've become a part of everything I hate.
I've become a waste of life,
No longer feel alive.

I have seen the enemy,
And the enemy is me.

If seeing is believing,
Then why don't I believe in what I see,
Reflecting on the things
That have been torturing me in my sleep?

What's keeping me alive,
When I'd rather be dead?
Who's putting these thoughts inside my head?
Should I be dead? Should I?

I should be fucking dead.
I should be dead. (Dead)

I'm lost and trapped inside a world,
That's fucking haunting me for so long
That I can barely breathe.
Numb from the pain,
Immune to the disease
That was running through my veins.
Wasted away, left to decay,
Never fucking shown an ounce of mercy.

Trapped with nowhere to go,
Lost and left to die alone,
I'm left with this torment... (x2)

Coming to terms with the fact,
That I am nothing more than this.

Nothing but poison running through my veins,
No one but myself left to blame.

Why is it that I can't just see clearly,
What this world expects from me?
Why is it that I can't just see clearly,
What this world wants from me?