Another pounding in my head, another round and I'll be dead.

The crowd grows so loud, while a single sound won't come out.

Here I go again—

Head's spinning like a revolver door, they keep pushing me until I can't no more!

In silence I play the violent, the strings upon my wrists.

The blood the silent sounds of the sorrowful chimes by the head base.

The main notes hit because God wasn't ready for the final sound.

These villains are after me now, a new voice fills the cloud.

This pounding in my head is enough to drive me dead.

Can't you see that I'm breaking with a broken note played too many times!~ (too many times)

Turn me around, spin me until I stagger into a disaster that will make me a Casper.

Break my spirit, break my bones; but you won't ever hurt me anymore—

Call me out; make me weak, play this song on repeat.

These migraines are turning into endless voices of no more choices!~

Make me new, make me see, please don't make me tremble anymore.

Body aching, bones are creasing with a simple easing... (simple easing–)

My eyes are aching with a venom soon to be breaking.

Vision hazy, blood sure is crazy.

Smile upon my face, but sure as hell won't make a disgrace.

Migraines are pounding in my head, nearly making me dead!

These voices are new, never before shown until the day of day break!

Endless hours of endless torture— please break these chains with a few more brains.

My head is spinning like a revolver door, walking in circles till I can't no more.

Make me sane, break these chains of an endless madness—

A sickness worth the havoc! (havoc!)

A SICKNESS WORTH THE HAVOC!

The invisible strings are torn in place from the endless playing.

Notes are failing, strings detailing, make me wonder why I've begun in the first place.

These notes I play are a sorrow from my pain.

Each one for you...

Each note deeper than the next!

But when the notes play too loud, someone has to know.

Next is the bass of an empty face who can't get no space.

-Sheepie