Is this wrong of me? I've come so far, so fast I'm in the dark about a lot of things Seems so real—to me! I've consecrated! I wish that I could hate it I saw my bloody hands come clean... Before my eyes! And I hear my wants and needs again; can you help me? And I hear a different kind again; someone stop me And I feel the strain inside my mind; am I crazy? And I need to shed my skin, reveal this monolith within Visions plague my dreams—oh, God, what beast did this? I couldn't have... oh, Jesus, I just don't know What's inside—of me? I've desecrated! My God, I love to hate it! My hands are bloody again; there's no reason why! And I hear my wants and needs again; can you help me? And I hear a different kind again; someone stop me And I feel the strain inside my mind; am I crazy? And I need to shed my skin, reveal this monolith within Within!