.:mY sICK mIND:.

They would scream,
They would hide,
If they saw whats in my mind.

Even I,
Run and hide,
'Cause I fear what dwells inside.

My Sick Mind...

My Sick Mind...

Pulling hair,
Switching sides.

Might be easier to die...

Just to die...

Just to die...

If they find what lies inside,
My sick mind...