A raging fury builds slowly
Volcanos seethe inside me head
I crawl into the darkness within
And talk to things under my bed
The voices speak of all things strange
Of madness, dreams, death and pain
Of lands where everyone is deranged
And sermons relayed through the insane
I listen
I hear
I remember
I fear
I wait for them to come for me
To take me away, on my way
To somewhere strange, to something new
Away from me and all of you.
