Tangled Webs of The Mind Made Without Spiders

trying to figure what this means
I cant hear over everyone's screams
blood covering every single wall
someone yelling watch out your going to fall
 
putting my hands over my ears trying to think
I cant the thoughts just start to sink
tripping over a body on the floor
I pull myself up now I am covered in gore
 
shaking the blood off of my hands
trying not to slip but its hard to stand
people yelling but they are all dead
they have to be they are all ripped to shreds
 
slipping and sliding in all the goo
I get frustrated I don't know what to do
the dead people on the floor wont shut the fuck up
now there is barking from all the dead pups
 
why wont these people just fucking die  
and why the fuck does it smell like a fish fry
looking for a door to get out of this place
all I find our mirrors making me look at my face
 
my face is bruised and blood streaked
my face is not my own, that's when I freaked
I started pulling on someone else's face stuck to mine
come to find out its sewn on with twine
 
looking through the guts for scissors or something that will cut
this face on mine feels fucking nuts
the dead people start to sing  
Bette Middlers wind beneath my wings
 
someone has to be fucking with me
I hate this song, how can this be
the false face will not come off
one of the dead people just coughed  
 
I throw myself to the floor in a fit of rage
I cut myself on a sharp part of someones rib cage
I know what I must use to remove this mask
let me tell you removing it proved to be quite a task
 
now the flesh face is on the floor staring at me
I run back to the mirror and am horrified at what I see
another face that is not mine  
one of the dead people begins to sign
 
his hands spell out my name
his hands tell me I am insane
I watch him sign for like an hour
then I realize I am in a funeral parlor  
 
the smell of formaldehyde is heavy in the air
another dead person pipes up and offers a dare
she says if I can remove the other face
she will help me get out of this place
 
I pull, grab and I tug to no avail
I end up on the floor slipping on entrails  
Wanting to cry out for my mother
all the while wearing the face of my brother
 
the dead woman laughs as I struggle with the familiar face
I start punching myself like a true basket case  
the dead people scream, laugh and talk
I am supposed to be alive, I can barely walk
 
just when I feel like giving in
then the whole room starts to spin
the dead people start to stand
one of them even offers me a hand
 
they all look to the sky
I join them in screaming why
together we all scream
I am still hoping its just a dream