I, I, dementia in your mind
Creator of decisions, violent visions, and lies
I, blind
Your eyes forever blind
Reality is dead by your force fed demise
I am dementia in your mind
Creator of decisions, violent visions, and lies
I, blind
Your eyes forever blind
Reality is dead by your force fed demise
Get out, of my head
Someone save me from this madness, I'd rather be dead
All I see is reality
Fabricated by something I refuse to see
You know, who I am
You created me by letting yourself believe
Take my cold dead hands and go six feet down
Your failure is found
I, I, dementia in your mind
Creator of decisions, violent visions, and lies
I, blind