Pretty Maids

Cover me
Protect me from myself
From my private hell
From depravation
The mirror speaks
But the reflections lie
I see a different I
My condemnation
Oh here it comes again
I'm not what you think I am
I'm mentally subsidin'
I'm loosing it I'm sidin'
I'm not what you think I am
My common sense is broken
Slowly decomposing
Save me from
The suicial threat
The gun against my head