These are dark times But I have the upper hand Rotting from within to save my skin A corpse without, reflecting the within I have lost control I will gain control. These are unpleasant days But I have a master plan A personal holocaust A psychosis to sooth the frayed edge I have lost control I will gain control I have lost control I will gain control again, again, again… And there’s nothing pretty about this Nothing for to offer praise Self abuse is the highest sin But I do it anyway It’s the only way I know And I cannot let go I’m relinquishing my soul To the devil that I know so well These are troubled hours But I have the method down A coping mechanism that kills A savior in which to drown I have lost control I will gain control When will I grow up? Maybe this was not a phase? Maybe I was born this way, Maybe I was born a slave. When I fade away A palette for the palest shade When I pass away A palette for the palest gray. (c) 2006 eveghost
