delusions and scars

 
neon fear pound in my skull there would be no hiding from it  
I would pay the toll...the karma sheriff would be round shortly  
 
secret sin a treasure for one who struck gold mining my caverns  
the taxes on it would be phenomenal but I would pay  
 
gutter talk from a lunatic running at the mouth  
Midnights couldn't shut her up  
 
try as it might the sun couldn't go down on her stripper antics  
fully exposed and unaware the night blush for her  
 
5150 harmful to your beloved should be a code to lock you away  
a delusional mind should be treated childlike  
vulnerable and not fit to make important decisions  
 
a trap well set and baited in my blind times I didn't see  
what was good for me  
I hurt inside my sound mind...well as sound as it ever gets  
 
I betrayed my soul and committed suicide of the heart  
I can't trust myself this knowledge haunts me  
who will protect me when the wolves circle...when he's gone?