Pretentious in my  own way
Some people find that rather charming(idiots),between the
voices in my head,drowning in my bed,there's no escape

It's not me,it's the devil's spell that's got me
My principles,like broken,every instinct i had was wrong
And when a conclusion is the cause for confusion,those
wheels must be stopped

Something's holding me,paralyzing and stocking me
Sometimes i don't feel myself
Sometimes i just feel dead