Looking back on the way that I ran away
Never stood up to the demons half my size
Walking for miles in my old Shoes in my sleep
In defeat, in my dreams I can feel the
Desecrated stairways made of cockroaches and hornets nests
'House of a Thousand Corpses' fest
Locked inside of my own head with hopelessness
I don't know if I'm awake, I can't tell the horror from a fever dream
Doom and gloom, lock and key, scattering the Ashes of my self-esteem
Found a door (Found a door) in the back of my eyes
I found a way (Found a way) to be free of the
Toys in the attic, like habits of an addict
The fatal white rabbit flirting as she's running away
I've clawed at my eyes, I've screamed at the sun
I've buried the shame, I'll blame the
Toys in the attic, like habits of an addict
The fatal white rabbit begging me to come back and play
With a click, with a flick of the fork in your tongue
Mouth dripping with lies but the damage is done
An un-Winnable war, now the sheep have their fun
Hands gripping your throat as the breath leaves your lungs
Lurking through these hallways
Built on monuments of misery passing through these walls like I am a casualty
Bite my tongue, swallow blood, take my breath or pierce my lung
Rearrange my silhouette and strip me of all self respect
I'm gasping for the air I've spent, drowning, put me to Death
Found a door (Found a door) in the back of my eyes
I found a way (Found a way) to be free of the
Toys in the attic, like habits of an addict
The fatal white rabbit flirting as she's running away
I've clawed at my eyes I've screamed at the sun
I've buried the shame, I'll blame the
Toys in the attic, like habits of an addict
The fatal white rabbit begging me to come back and play
And I'm old enough to know, but I'm young enough to learn
Is it better to hurt than stare through the cracks of my shell at the rest of the world?
Found a door (Found a door) in the back of my eyes
I found a way (Found a way) to be free of the
Toys in the attic, like habits of an addict
The fatal white rabbit flirting as she's running away
I've clawed at my eyes I've screamed at the sun
I've buried the shame, I'll blame the
Toys in the attic, like habits of an addict
The fatal white rabbit begging me to come back and play