Pieces Of Chris Trent

I've live in my mind
I've walked the thin line
Between your and my reality
You think I'm crazy
My thoughts are hazy
But I've seen things that you only dream

You are afraid of me
You don't like what you see
In your frustration you lock me away
But in the end you'll see
It's done no good for me
Because mentally I'm not even there

Tragic magic's got a hold on me
Not the same, but can't you see?
Something special's what's controlling me
This is my world, so let me be
Something special inside of my head
Don't understand what you just said
Flip my had up in your face
I'm the future of a psycho race

And as our numbers grow
You will begin to know
There is a method to this sadness and madness
And though we seems insane
We all possess the same
Deep set ambition for we are all one

Screaming in agony
Laughing hysterically
Staring increasingly
This is our world
Fighting your memory
Feeding on sympathy
Preying on empathy
The plan is unfurled

Tragic magic's got a hold on me
Not the same, but can't you see?
Something special's what's controlling me
This is my world, so let me be
Something special inside of my head
Don't understand what you just said
Flip my had up in your face
I'm the future of a psycho race