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