I didn't want to have to hide myself inside this again.
I didn't want to run when this serenity was building.
Circumstances override any chances of my movement.
As i creep and cloak myself underneath your delusion.

I try and find the crease in my twisted mind
Perfectly chisled shell, wrapped around suicide
A minion controlled by his dark symphonies
I sit myself in this corner and inhale this into me

Why do i create such a false perception
Why do i drive myself to let this get in
Paranoia infects and inspires all my senses
But i keep this hidden behind my white picket fences