The Sickness

Give me the keys to this cage, I have been bleeding for days
 I feel the end is coming soon and I feel impending sense of doom
 Suicide, it's dead in my eyes, bleeding
 Open wide, this these gates that hide inside and dominate
 Crossover, blind with hate
 Left promising, with nothing left as I grind my teeth into fangs
 Feel how they bite
 Loneliness, my home my sweet caress and down inside
 Life over-filled with pride and dominant
 Corrosion, de-create
 Left promising, with nothing left as I grind my teeth into fangs
 Grind my teeth into fangs
 And the sickness remains
 Grind my teeth into ...