Testo Patient Sixty-seven

Here I am, sleeping alone,
Away from the world.
I know my voice can't be heard.
And I awoke fighting for help,
But I'm drowned out
By the screams of those
Who've finally lost their minds
And the rest of their lives.
Honestly, if there's not a chance in hell,
I might as well admit myself.
You're under my skin and over my head.
I'm hearing these voices in my dreams.
It's over and over.
I'm afraid I'll never escape.

You and your words sound so bitter--
Can you remember the last time they weren't?
Is this something that I deserve?
The palms of my hands are bleeding again.

Here I am, locked in this room,
Holding onto my life. I know if I ever survive,
You will see the monster inside--
But I swear to you they've led me,
They led me to this.

'Cause I almost lost my mind
And the rest of my life.

Honestly, if there's not a chance in hell,
I might as well admit myself.
You're under my skin and over my head.
I'm hearing these voices in my dreams.
It's over and over.
I'm afraid I'm going insane.

Is this my fault?
Did I bring this upon myself?
I can't go on without your help.
And I tried to believe that I'd make it on my own.
I'm becoming the man
You tried to destroy for years.

Which would be worse--
To live my life as a monster
Or to die as a good man?