Room Inside My Skull (Oficial)

​(Verse 1 - Fast, aggressive rap-metal cadence, heavy groove) They ask me how I sleep at night With a thousand faces staring from the light I build a house of mirrors in my skull Every reflection sharp, nothing is dull! The drywall is bleeding out my mother’s tongue She’s been dead for years, but she’s still half-sung! [00:25] I write my diagnosis on the back of my hand Using ink made of panic and sinking sand! ​(Pre-Chorus - Rising tension, heavy marching drums) Step by step, the floorboards crack! There’s no turning back, there’s no attack! Is it me, or is the room shrinking fast? Are we the future, or just the past?! ​(Chorus - Explosive, full screaming metal vocals, massive wall of sound) [Chorus] INSANITY! INSANITY! Open the gates and let the demons in! INSANITY! INSANITY! The voices are the only place I’ve ever been! They ask me what the weather is inside my head— It’s always pouring blood where the thoughts bleed red! INSANITY! INSANITY! I am the mask, I am the scream, I am insanity! ​(Verse 2 - Staccato riffs, erratic and paranoid delivery) Count the cracks on the ceiling like a dying breath Every single stain looks like a quiet death I eat my own diary when I get too hungry The words turn to ash and they taste so ugly! Saw a man in the mirror, he looked like me Except his eyes were open and he refused to see! He whispered my name like a loaded gun— "You think you’re awake? Oh, we've only begun!" ​(Bridge - Heavy breakdown, down-tuned chugging guitars, menacing growls) [Breakdown] [Low Growl] The silence is the loudest sound... [Snare hit] And I am six feet deep underground... [Scream] THERE ARE NO WALLS! THERE IS NO ROOM! WE BUILT OUR OWN CRIB AND WE DUG OUR OWN TOMB! ​(Guitar Solo / Instrumental Breakdown - Fast, chaotic, industrial percussion) [Instrumental Breakdown] ​(Chorus - Maximum intensity, double-bass drums) [Chorus] INSANITY! INSANITY! Open the gates and let the demons in! INSANITY! INSANITY! The voices are the only place I’ve ever been! They ask me what the weather is inside my head— It’s always pouring blood where the thoughts bleed red! INSANITY! INSANITY! I am the mask, I am the scream, I am insanity! ​(Outro - Slowing down, heavy industrial pulse, fading whispers) [Spoken / Distortion] They asked me... if I wanted to be sane. [Laughs hysterically] What would I do... with all that empty space? [Single heavy guitar chord, ringing feedback fade out]