And when did I let myself get so used
to the bitter taste of blood on my tongue?
When did you become the madness on the throne
at the base of my skull throwing out your orders?
And when did I let myself become
the foolish jester to your court?
Another face to laugh at.
You are the cancer that’s eating at my heart.
And you’re the illness that has taken over my head.
You are the lies behind my tongue,
and the doubt behind these eyes.