Hypo)Cryptick(Al - Diary of Dreams

What is this fever that makes me tick?

What is this anger that makes me tick?

What is this hate that makes me tick?

I feel my disgust like a taste of sin

I feel my remorse like I have never been

In this dead end solution, this mortal condition

Now facing the face of my saviour’s good-bye

Please take this one last assignment

Turn silent my friends

Welcome fate

We’re in this together

What is this pain that makes me tick?

What is this fear that makes me tick?

What is this noise that makes me tick?

Take the cryptic mind next door

What do you think this room is for?

You came to test my sanity

You had to learn my mind is free

You came to talk but you don’t listen

I try to walk but crawl instead

You know the secrets of aggravation

You know the flaws of every soul

So tired of surviving

So sick of being hunted

So sick of being silent

These words need to be heard