Feedback and chaos inside my head
Haunted by what they said
Muffled screams all around
Shake to me and bring it down
Dents in the wall and cracked cases
March to the spot now twenty paces
Auxiliary cable backup number nine
Alone at night sipping red wine

Nothing's really worse
Than being unable to change your mind
To be stuck with the ramifications of your own actions

Do others have so many regrets
Or do they move on just to forget
In my nightmares I feel cast
In a role reliving my past
Can't shrug it off so I roam
Wish my hands were made of chrome
Only then would I be free from this pain