Behind a mask, a man can bask only For so long before being exposed To the sun The moon is up, a whisper of "'Till death do you wrong" Patients bother a patient doctor Plastics itch, and bandages the Aftermath won't add up to this. The fever breaks It would take a masochist To live like this I buried my wife today Restitution for my sanity Chasing demons dressed like me Their eyes are not like mine Ignorance is divine Instincts are reduced to teeth That bite the hand that feeds Fear thy father love thy martyr The verdict of the jury hung on The weight of what has become A starry night, a vengeful wish "it doesn't have to be like this" I buried my wife today Restitution for my sanity I buried my wife today Restitution for my sanity Sound the alarm and make No mistake about this All the king's horses and all the king's Men have been sent to put this boy back Together again, but somehow, he must Have been predicting the fall Caged rats, experiments A brain with no oxygen Release all the hostages, you've got To wash your hands of this Caged rats, experiments A brain with no oxygen Release all the hostages, you've got To wash your hands of this murder, murder, murder, murder