Paroles de Dementia

Reality's twisting to my paranioa Why am I frightened of my surroundings What was that sound-what was that gesture What was that pain-my dementia Overthinking. My mind is a dervish. Whirling gray matter-I want the answers! What was that sound-what was that gesture What was that pain-my dementia How much of my life is imagined And how much of my pain is real Is that ache in my head some rare cancer How much of my worth can you steal What was that sound-what was that gesture What was that pain-my dementia Why must I suffer-what is the point Why do I torture myself with my mind Happy go lucky is what I might like Dementia has no corners where I can hide!