Korn - Coming Undone

Keep holding on
When my brain's tickin' like a bomb
Guess the black thoughts have come
Again to get me
Sweet bitter words
Unlike nothing I have heard
Sing along mocking bird
You don't affect me

Choke choke again
I thought my demons were my friends
Getting me in the end
They're out to get me
Since I was young
I've tasted sorrow on my tongue
And this sweet sugar gun
Does not protect me

That's right
Trigger between my eyes
Please strike
Make it quick now

Resonates within, constantly. In acoustic now:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SEKiKL03qyo