How the hell am I still alive?
All this time and I still strive
I'm cut open, shape of a Y
Can't think strait I am so high
All through the night, still strapped in
I feel a growing need to sin
Jolt again in my chair and grin
A strap comes undone
This is going to be fun
I Unstrap the other hand
Feel the presence if a man
Watching behind the glass at me
He knows that I won't get free
Jumping around, pounding down
On everything, anything in the room
Hard to watch me as I zoom
The evil in me begins to bloom
