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