Clip the strings to my reality
They were simply the thin threads
To which my sanity was clinging
Watch it all fall away
Delicious and slow... like death

Drinking wine from a broken glass
Taste the blood that mixes within
Feel the sweet decay begin
Rotting from the inside-out
My heart will be the first to go


Upside-down faces
Reflected in a cracked mirror
But that\'s just my mind
The blood that\'s flowing from my eyes
Isn\'t really there


Would you stop laughing?
But you\'re not really there
Why are you screaming?
Did I cut you too deep?
My dead hand upon your face


I will visit my own grave
I will sit for hours and stare
For the madmans dreams
Are all my own
Let me take you to hell with me


Where\'s that crying child?
But that\'s just me
I\'d laugh for years if I only could
You might think I\'m crazy
I\'m not crazy... just ask the voices that tell me to kill you


Would you like to visit my grave?
Perhaps leave me a rose
And pretend that you knew me
When you clipped the strings
To my reality