this is my design

'this is my design'
tells the voice that doesn't belong to me
it crawls from the walls
from the walls that have seen it all
the only ones that can tell the truth

oh how beautiful it is
the mind of the murderer
so messed up and bright
feelings pushed aside
deep in the back they wait
behind a door that you cant knock

he's there around
always taking your back
guarding and protecting
saying it's ok
the filthy mouth of his
waits for the fancy dinner