I feel like a soldier in a war I cant win, Everything and everybody gets under my skin. My minds long gone, To far ahead to see, And it feels like the devil himself lives inside me. Theres been times that I've wondered and Ive questioned my brain, But the answer I get is always the same.
As the sun rises in the eastern sky, I think to myself, What a good day to die. Theres nothing to lose and nothing to gain when you live in a world inside of your brain. We're all two people, The out and the in, The soul that consumes you and on the outside its skin.
I wear a smile on the outside for the whole world to see but on the inside theres problems devouring me. We're all soldiers here, Soldiers within, The war we fight on the inside we wont ware on are skin. We keep it all bottled up way deep down inside and before you know it you've lived and youve died.
But its not over, no its far from the end. Just blowin around like dust in the wind..
