Why can't I sleep
Why don't I like anything anymore
Where is my trust
Why don't I fall in love

Why can't I see
Through the tons of this fucking insanity
They pour onto me everyday
Why can't you stop
Why can't you be a fucking human for one fucking second

Maybe I'm just getting old
Maybe I'm just bitter and sick
Of this tragedy

Maybe this is not my fault
Maybe they're killing the artist in me
Deliberately

I know you won't listen
You are so obsessed with seeing your corpse in the mirror
You're standing among millions of meaningless victims of their own pride

If only I could shut up and close my eyes
To the atrocities in my fucking front yard

There is blood
On your hands
You made me like this
And now you despise me

Now I can't sleep
I'm a threat
And over and over, again and again
Your voice is telling me I'm insane