On the outskirts of my mind
There's really nothing left
Integrity's gone
I've lost myself again and again and again...
Violet dreams of a violent kind
Kaleidoscope mind of hate
The battle with everyone was really just the enemy within
On the outskirts of my mind
There's really nothing left
Hell is loose and it's only just begun
I hold the truth, I am the cure
I hold you down, I beg you now
Try not to look me in the eye
As I'm headed for the kill
I know I have to do it
Even if I'm lost, I'm lost, I'm lost...
On the outskirts of my mind
There's really nothing left
Violet dreams of violent kind
They haunt me now you're gone
Can't seem to remember the day that I lost you
But it seems like I never had you anyway
This ceremony of opposites in my relation to both shadows at play in complete and utter darkness
And the inexplicable absence of light on the brightest of days
The reality presented to me by shadows
Appear no different than the one displayed by light
I am the difference, I am the anomaly, I am the abyss, and the void
It is the false truth, and the truth is always false
On the outskirts of my mind
There's really nothing left
Hell is loose, hell is loose...
Can't seem to find the outskirts
Can't seem to remember the violet
Can't seem to remember the day that I lost you
Can't seem to tell a dream from a lie
Can't seem to tell you why I'm here
Can't seem to
Can't seem to
Can't seem to