History Written In Pencil Is Easily Erased,

Why Can I Never Go Back To Bed? Who's Is The Voice Ringing In My Head? Where Is The Sense In These Desperate Dreams? Why Should I Wake When I'm Half Past Dead?

If You Want To Be Safe, Walk In The Middle Of The Street.

And If I End Up With Blood On My Hands, Well I Know, That You'll Understand, 'cause I Fight Like A Girl.

Awareness Is The Enemy Of Sanity, For Once You Hear The Screaming, It Never Stops.

I Only Sleep With People I Love, Which Is Why I Have Insomnia.