The Prince



Something inside is stirring,
this paranoia is overwhelming.
Why is this happening?
It's relentless, ever growing.

It makes cowards out of men.
And you're next in line, my friend.

It attacks without a reason,
clawing through your tired mind.
A public mental rape in progress,
Surrounded by strangers, him you'll always find.

It makes cowards out of men.
And you're next in line, my friend.

God help me, just leave me alone!
I'm sick of you, what more could you want?
You took away my life,
I wish you dead, yet you still taunt.