Armored Saint

Intruder alert continues to flirt
And stagger and trip up my life
The sinister thoughts unfairly rots
My brain cant put up a fight
Oh the nightmare
Can it be put to an end
The fact is I know Im not dreaming again
Steel on my skin
Oh carve with that knife
Crisis of life
Im falling, Im falling
Crisis of life
Carving my mind
Im falling, Im falling
Crisis of life
Mentally, physically draining my skull
Of every thought entering (how)
Feelin just like a voodoo doll
About to be struck by a pin
Oh the threshold comes to a staggering halt
Even though the guilty dont know its his fault
Steel on my skin
Oh carve with that knife
Crisis of life