i'm not myself
i don't know me
i'm taken over by someone else
a wicked possession
i loos my memory often
no recollection of my yesterday
the feeling if grotesquely strange
i find myself extremely weak
this disease is killing me
it makes me everybodys enemy
they killed my father and my mother
they accuse me of the actions
i plead myself innocent
but they saw blood on my hands
and mutilated bodies in my closet
a butcher's knife by my pillow
they call it alter ego
the fact is shockingly true
they say i kill
so don't come near me.
