We are not well, we are not well.
Why do we put up with this living hell?
This weight around our necks
Is a locket made of everything.
And it gives us these stories to tell.

These tales to scream at mirrors
'Cause your reflection isn't there.
Everything cracked when your mouth opened.
Except me and how I care.

I'm saying goodbye to everyone
But I'm not going anywhere.

We are young, we are young
Yet we live like our days are nearly done.
These shackles at our feet
Can't keep you from leaving
But they mean I can't even run.

You could leave and come back a thousand times,
You could move around and live a thousand lives,
I think I'll always wish you were the love of mine,
I think I never want to open my eyes.

I don't want to see I'm all alone
But I don't think I am fine.
I know I was never perfect
But you and me were so alike.

From Beyond

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/From_Beyond_(short_story)

I have taken this science
And forged a chemical axe.
I have carved a great divide,
Tearing open my third eye.

They are just on the other side of the mind.
And I have broken a hole in the wall, and pulled it so wide.

We are shattering the crystalline
Gates inside my own head.
And crowning this feeble spine,
Lurks the trapdoor through which we ascend.

I have evolved
To a new plane of life.
A new realm of horror.

I am meeting that which comes from beyond.
I am awake and alive and alone and all gone.

This drama has been going on for weeks,
And the doctors have got all the best seats
To watch it all unfold,
So we do directly what we're told.

But there are no prizes and there are no awards
'Cause we're behind a hospital ward's closed doors.
And with the curtain creeping closed on my shining star
I wish I wasn't so sure
There will not be an encore.

Us actors, playing the roles of our lives,
Praying to be fed our lines,
About the things we silently feel
Yet can't script ourselves without it sounding much too real.

But there are no prizes and there are no awards
'Cause we're behind a hospital ward's closed doors.
And now the spotlight's getting dimmer on my leading girl
I wish I wasn't so sure
There will not be an encore.

I'll find the writer of this story
And beg for the ending to be changed.

Because it's getting so close but I'm still so sorry,
I'm not ready to go alone on this grandest stage.

And there are no prizes and there are no awards
'Cause we're behind a hospital ward's closed doors.
And there's no flowers flooding in from the crowd,
There's no cries from the dark, not a single sound
And I wish to God I wasn't so sure

There will not be an encore.