Insanity rings in

I feel like breaking down.


My eyes are blood shot red, there's a voice that's screaming in my head.


My reflection in this broken mirror wears a frown.


There's suicide in my head.


I'll just keep getting high...


There's nothing left to do, one day I'll end up left to die.


Or hopefully left beaten black and blue.


After all its better than dealing with this pain that I've been subjected to go through.


I'm falling to the ground for the last time.


It's killing me to be stuck here.


Insanity is what I'm hearing and its rolling in on my radio waves loud and clear.