On the outskirts of my mind, there's really nothing leftnIntegrity's gone, I've lost myself againnnViolet dreams of violent a kind, kaleidoscope mind of hatenThe battle with everyone was really just the enemy withinnnOn the outskirts of my mind, there's really nothing leftnHell is loose, and it's only just begunnnI hold the truth, I am the cure, I hold you down, I beg you nownTry not to look me in the eye, as I'm headed for the killnI know I have to do it, even if I'm lostnnOn the outskirts of my mind, there's really nothing leftnViolet dreams of violent kind, they haunt me now you're gonennCan't seem to remember the day that I lost younBut it seems like I never had you anywaynnThis ceremony of opposites in my relation to both shadows at play in complete and utter darknessnAnd the inexplicable absence of light on the brightest of days.nThe reality presented to me by shadows, appear no different that the one displayed by light.nI am the difference, I am the anomaly, I am the Abyss and the void.nIt is the false truth, and the truth is always false.nnOn the outskirts of my mind, there's really nothing leftnHell is loose, hell is loosennCan't seem to find the outskirtsnCan't seem to remember the violetnCan't seem to remember the day that I lost younCan't seem to tell a dream from a lienCan't seem to tell you why I'm here