(Paul Kuhr - Novembers Doom)
I listen to the sound of the echoes
Fascinating yet nauseating
I feel I'm getting closer to being insane
After all, I'm only human, not humane
Madness is such a comfort zone
Just a trip inside one's own head
It doesn't have to be real
As long as I'm not dead
And since I'm still alive
Into my insanity I dive
Desperately searching
I know it's in there somewhere
I can feel it, taste it
It makes no sense to waste it
A sense of security in the familiar
The cave of self importance is my home
Why are you still here
I want to be alone now
Escape, escape, escape
Hope to die before I wake
I listen to the sound of the echoes
Fascinating yet nauseating
I feel I'm getting closer to being insane
After all, I'm only human, not humane
Madness is such a comfort zone
Just a trip inside one's own head
It doesn't have to be real
As long as I'm not dead
And since I'm still alive
Into my insanity I dive
Desperately searching
I know it's in there somewhere
I can feel it, taste it
It makes no sense to waste it
A sense of security in the familiar
The cave of self importance is my home
Why are you still here
I want to be alone now
Escape, escape, escape
Hope to die before I wake