歌手:Whitechapel
专辑:《Whitechapel》

作词作曲：Phil Bozeman, Alex Wade, Ben Savage.
I am dementia in your mind
Creator of decisions, violent visions and lies
Blind, blind, your eyes forever blind
Reality is dead by your force fed demise
I am dementia in your mind
Creator of decisions, violent visions and lies
Blind, blind, your eyes forever blind
Reality is dead by your force fed demise
Get out of my head
Someone save me from this madness
I'd rather be dead
All I see is reality
Fabricated by something I refuse to see
You know who I am
You created me by letting yourself believe
Take my cold dead hands
And go six feet down
Your failure is found
I am dementia in your mind
Creator of decisions, violent visions and lies
Blind, blind, your eyes forever blind
Reality is dead by your force fed demise
I am dementia in your mind
Creator of decisions, violent visions and lies
Blind, blind, your eyes forever blind
Reality is dead by your force fed demise
Take me away
Take me away
Take me away, I just want out
Take me away, I just want out
Take me away, I just want out
From this self-imprisoned, self-made hell
Don't be surprised, this is your mind
Coming to life by self-sacrifice
This tragedy of death will walk hand in hand
With every thought of regret
Blame yourself for what you've become
The mind is a powerful thing set to self-destruct
Mind-******
Mind-******
Mind-******
You had your chance
Your time
This is the end of the line
This is the end of the line
This is the end

I am dementia in your mind
Creator of decisions, violent visions and lies
Blind, blind, your eyes forever blind
Reality is dead by your force fed demise
We will slowly rot until this is stopped.