I, Dementia — Whitechapel

I, I, dementia in your mind
Creator of decisions, violent visions, and lies
I, blind
Your eyes forever blind
Reality is dead by your force fed demise
I am dementia in your mind
Creator of decisions, violent visions, and lies
I, blind
Your eyes forever blind
Reality is dead by your force fed demise
Get out, of my head
Someone save me from this madness, I’d rather be dead
All I see is reality
Fabricated by something I refuse to see
You know, who I am
You created me by letting yourself believe
Take my cold dead hands and go six feet down
Your failure is found
I, I, dementia in your mind
Creator of decisions, violent visions, and lies
I, blind
Your eyes forever blind
Reality is dead by your force fed demise
I am dementia in your mind
Creator of decisions, violent visions, and lies
I, blind
Your eyes forever blind
Reality is dead by your force fed demise
(Take me away… take me away…)
(Take me, away, take me away…)
Take me away!
Take me away!
Take me away!
Take me away, I just want out
Take me away, I just want out
Take me away, I just want out
From this self-imprisoned, self-made hell
Don’t be surprised, this is your mind
Coming to life by self-sacrifice
This tragedy of death
Will walk hand in hand with every thought of regret
Blame yourself, for what you’ve become
The mind is a powerful thing set to self-destruct (destruct)
Mind-fucked (mind-fucked)
You had your chance, your time, this is the end of the line
This is the end, of the, line
This is the end
I, I, dementia in your mind
Creator of decisions, violent visions, and lies
I, blind
Your eyes forever blind
Reality is dead by your force fed demise
We will slowly rot until this is stopped