How does it feel?
Is it what you would expect?
Do you feel good for what you had done?
Or do you feel regret?

Just keep telling yourself
It was going to happen any way
If that's what takes to help
You get through another day

Well was it worth it?
Do you feel like a man?
Did you feel the reward
You dreamt for so long?
And will you kill again?

If you keep telling yourself
It was going to happen any way
Then perhaps it will help
You get though another day

Permanent delusions
Assures you that you'll get captured
Anxiety and terror
Was not the rush you were after
You hidden everything yourself
No way you could have left a trail
Somebody had to see you
And all you think about the chair

Jump to your own conclusions now you're on the run
Somebody better wish you some luck
The voices getting louder it's like they all know
No matter where or which way you go
This sickness has a hold of you or is it regret
But either way what it's too late to fix
Regret he things you've done
But now there's no turning back
Reality is both fictional and fact

Exhaustion, paranoia
Delusional, a diseased mind
How does it feel?
Is it what you would expect?
Do you feel good for what you had done?
Or do you feel regret?

Well was it worth it?
Do you feel like a man?
Did you feel the reward
You dreamt for so long?
And will you kill again?

If you keep telling yourself
It was going to happen any way
Then perhaps it will help
You get though another day