I feel the black tide
rushing over the mind
Self-destructive chaos
where reason should reside

I'm going again
to the dark place
where I am not in control
Clouded logic, not in control

Not in control

All these men around me
with ordinary lives
do they suffer like me
but are merely stronger

Or is it but
a mask of sanity
that conceals a face,
a face in agony

And once again
I surrender
to the Dark
Passenger

For a moment
I am pure, I'm divine
On the red
it feeds

On the red it feeds

I feel the black tide
rushing over the mind
Self-destructive chaos
where reason should reside

I'm going again
to the dark place
where I am not in control
Clouded logic, not in control

Not in control

It's a life-long struggle
to cope, to adapt, to survive

No one sees the rage inside me
No one hears my silent scream
No one feels the love I bear
They only feel the wounds I tear

An alluring call, a deceptive touch
and do I think I'd long for us?
I am sure after I'm gone
the Dark Passenger lives on