It's been a while
sense I've been down here...

Tell me of your woes, of your worries, of your...
Tell me of your demons, so that I can make them...

It starts as a pain
and grows within your body...

My obsession kills.
It gives me a thrill...

In your eyes
I see a will to thrive...

I'm sick of this sickness
I can't help but feel this...

The sickness enters me.
I can't believe this is real...

Thinking of you feels like a rope tightening...
Strangling the very life from me...

I am known, yet never seen.
I am loud, yet never heard...