there's trojans in my head
they're fighting and screaming
and i just don't know what to do;
they speak without words
they breathe without air
and they bear a chilling resemblence
to the monsters that hide under my bed
what do they want with me-
i'm just a kid with black lungs
and a soul to match
a smile that could split diamonds,
nails that make you understand mankind's wrath;
i'm fighting and i'm screaming
i'm just a kid who wants a chance to be free
these warriors in my mind,
i think they're haunted too
their flesh is blooming crimson
and i'm still so bloody confused
these soldiers that make stay in my brain,
i think they're seeing the demons too
the kind of demons you would never hope to find
there's trojans in my head,
who need to tend to greece
don't they have better things to do
than make time start, then cease?
