Album Cover I, Dementia

I, Dementia

Whitechapel

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I am dementia in your mind

Creator of decisions, violent visions and lies

Blind, blind, your eyes forever blindReality is dead by your force fed demise

I am dementia in your mind

Creator of decisions, violent visions and lies

Blind, blind, your eyes forever blind

Reality is dead by your force fed demise

Get out of my head!

Someone save me from this madness, I′d rather be dead!

All I see is reality, fabricated by something

I refuse to see

You know who I am

You created me by letting yourself believe

Take my cold dead hands

And go six feet down, your failure is found

I am dementia in your mind

Creator of decisions, violent visions and lies

Blind, blind, your eyes forever blind

Reality is dead by your force fed demise

I am dementia in your mind

Creator of decisions, violent visions and lies

Blind, blind, your eyes forever blind

Reality is dead by your force fed demise

Take me away, take me away

Take me away, I just want out

Take me away, I just want out

From this self-imprisoned, self-made hell

Don't be surprised, this is your mind

Coming to life by self-sacrifice

This tragedy of death will walk hand in hand with every thought of regret

Blame yourself for what you′ve become

The mind is a powerful thing set to self-destruct

Mind-fucked, you had your chance

Your time, this is the end of the line

This is the end of the line, this is the end

I am dementia in your mind

Creator of decisions, violent visions and lies

Blind, blind, your eyes forever blind

Reality is dead by your force fed demise

We will slowly rot until this is stopped