They don't know that I exist.
But my temptation is impossible to resist.
Another chance at life is what I missed.
I am everything.
And at the sametime I am nothing.
I am the voice's that he hears.
When nobody is around or near.
I make him see things that aren't clear.
I'm his creation.
His immitation.
From frustration.
And anger and rage.
The letters on the back of the page.
I'm his depression and pain.
I'm from his childhood and disdain.
He doesn't know that I exist.
I'm a part of life that he missed.
And my 2 cents are impossible to resist.
Only he see's me.
Only he sets me free.
I bleed for him.
I'm right underneath his skin.
I rose from all that was good and now is dead.
I'm the voice's in the back of his head.
He only hears my echo's.
But I come alive when his eyes close.
People say that he's weird.
But I make him see things that aren't clear.
I make him take a step back.
I keep him on track.
Keep him from fading to black.
I am his anger and his pain.
I am his frustration from disdain.
He created me and doesn't know it.
I live in him but I never show it.
I know he can hear me.
He looks for trace's of insanity.
Our revenge will come.
And soon he'll be number one.
The person he was died years ago.
That's something he doesn't know.
I am his anger and his rage.
Finally I've become uncaged.
I'm set free.
And soon he will live inside of me.
I'm gone but not lost.
I suffer at his cost.
His pain and anger fuels me.
His pain and anger sets me free.
I'm his anger and his pain.
I'm his hatred and disdain.
I'm him after he's gone insane...
