I’m counting the scars, I’m counting the seams,

Trapped in this hell with all of their wicked schemes.

They’re not breathing on glass, they claw at the frame,

A vicious reminder that screams out my name.

I hear their suggestions, they sound like my own,

A venomous whisper that lives in the bone.

I tell myself “Fight,” though I know it’s a lie,

This broken, exhausting war to defy.

Don’t look at the window,

Don’t give them a hold,

The real war is raging inside of my skull,

Let the fury run.

The body’s weak, but the mind’s a maelstrom.

This is the siege now, the fire in my skull,

A slow-motion battle to feel totally whole.

The current is heavy, and the room starts to spin,

I’m burning the lies, letting the breakdown begin.

It’s quiet in the room, but the roaring inside,

Is the loudest hellfire I can ever find.

I visit the pits where their legion is fed,

A private domain where my innocence bled.

They stand there, the voices, the masters of dread,

The cost of my sanity will be their death.

They wait for the moment my breathing will fail,

A vulnerable tremor, lifting the veil.

I stand at the threshold, ready to move,

A parasitic curse I’m struggling to erase.

Don’t look at the window,

Don’t give them a hold,

The real war is raging inside of my skull,

Let the fury run.

The body’s weak, but the mind’s a maelstrom.

The walls have dissolved, there is nothing but smoke,

I can’t tell the whisper from the word that I spoke.

Is this my own voice or the one they control?

A labyrinth built with the wreckage of my soul.

I’m tearing the flesh just to find where they hide,

A desperate, final attempt to collide.

This is the emptiest room, but I break the shackle,

My thought is the power, I will unravel.

The current is freezing, resistance is high,

I will not surrender, I will make them die.

It’s quiet in the room, but the roaring inside…

Is the only sound of life I can finally find.