Thoughts are pacing, racing
I against I, demonic faces
theses eyes I've maced 'em
with venom I've laced 'em
mentally I've encased 'em
with salt water I've drenched 'em
now I'm blinded to face 'em
sorry I'm dyslexic, I mean I'm blinded to face me
I've become my favourite henchman
sorrow and regret, I've forever benched him.
Open book I've sung those hymns
open book I've given in to sin
open book I know where I've been
open book, I can dream.