Doom, thoughts of fear come over you, The hell you face every single passing day. To someone else yea you might look ok, But inside the pain robs you of your life. Strive to survive. The daily test, you're striving to survive, Hold on by a thread, as time ticks by. Will i lose my mind? will this come to pass? My life is a mess, i'm tired of it. Feed, feed the disease, You bring yourself nothing but suffering. On your knees, beg to be free, Don't you know you control your destiny? But you hold your own knife to your throat, Don't even recognize your own hand. Do you even see what you've become? The memory of a man