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Depression flows through my veins I wonder how long it will remain. Bleeding walls, crying rain remember all this is a mind game. Outcast at last here alone Prowling the thoughts with no where to roam. Thoughts creep slowly as I start to wonder. Life is a dream I begin to ponder. Our bodies are here to live and die. Why all the emotions that make me cry. Open your mind to a place that exists. Only to find yourself to be pissed. My thoughts are scrambled feelings absurd. These kind of things are neglect to be heard. Sick and twisted without a doubt I've lived this life I can tell you what its all about.