| Losing My Mind On Purpose Going insane on night Saturday means the Armageddon will come In the beckoning pale moonlight The end is forever near They know that God is not a man And their hearts have filled with fear And we fly to the next gravesite Past the home of the one I loved My eyes can't bear the sight Going insane it's true The face in the mirror's not mine I see He's a devil created by you On the arms of a person that's weak Paranoia closes in as you trudge through the days And your heart has begun to leak Tell me your regrets and fears Sit back and relax as the night takes control And the torch of our love disappears © Copyright The Limit Club 2007 |