You're feeding my mind
But I won't let you in
My world has changed
From an insight into a dream

It's a matter of speaking
But my thoughts
Become frozen in time
Remember my forgotten past
But I'm the last of my kind
Here I sit alone

In a temple made of stone
Face to face I'm here to dwell
I take myself out of this hell
I would pay whatever
To make things right

But it's only a few words to say
But I'm driven by the demons inside
Chronic depression grabs hold of me
But I won't let these demons win
I will set myself free