Humanity Slipping Through My Fingers

I cut open my heart to see whats inside
only to find that it froze and died
and all that remains is nothing at all
tripping out, and seeing blood on the wall
these voices that call wanna eat my soul
with their claws having me in such a strong hold
I'm a walking freakshow, the demon's favorite psycho
the most fucked up creature you'll ever know
they told me "Find a heart"
so I ripped them apart
I've been hated from the start
Living in the dark.
Sour-faced and narrowed eyes
fallen from grace, am I even alive?
I wear a mask well
so no one can tell
but deep down I know
this sickness will send me to hell
Its not like I care, I see it everyday
and every fucking night, the demons come out to play
They won't go away, so its best you don't stay
trust me, trust me
You're much safer that way.

I really need some help
I'm afraid of myself
everyone keeps telling me
I'm going to hell.
The blood on my hands won't wash clean
and my mind replays the soundtrack of bloody screams.
Can't look in the mirror, smashed it to bits
I blast music loud but the voices don't give a shit
still echoing in my head like a thought thats not mine
but I smile like a idiot, "Don't worry, Im fine."
A whole new kind of crazy
A fresh kind of freak
holding onto lost memories
of the humanity I couldn't keep