ladies and gentlemen

My eyes witness the darkest dreams
as my skin is torn at the seams
Crush my heart and searing pain
i think i'm going so insane
oh the pain, the pain, the pain!
Less and less blood flow through my veins
cry and cry and no one will hear
you're doomed my sweet dear

I get into a fight
every single night
with myself
i cannot help
the way i think
cuz my mind is blotched
with the darkest ink

I sceam i yell
To heaven like hell
Do hear my deasperate appeal?
Why do you answer with a brutal 'kneel'?
Or am i just ignorant to the call
The one, the one, received by all
Discarded as germs on a plastic cup
Thrown in the thrash and can't get up
Back to the topic
They don't call this sick
Because they are ignorant to the call
The one, the one, received by all

and at the end of the day
all i can say
is that the lord
works in a mysterious way