Isn't it strange, how I can hear you now

They never hear your screams no matter how loud they are

But all your sins are gone and all your pain is over

And we are both in trouble now, damned to this hell forever



Isn't it strange how I can still hear you

I'm just like you I don't want to be here in this nightmare without you

You are the one who showed me it wasn't real

Now that you're gone, I'm really gone too



And I wish they all could see

Depression's the symptom it's not the disease

It's closing in on me like the millions who begged to be free

Isn't it strange



Where is the old man to calm me and keep me from my pain

He's always there searching for a way to help you

Make you stronger, so he says, or to tear you down

He's a killer, he's a fugitive, he's a liar, in cover of the night

They call him Mr. Suicide, grab his hand he'll take you on the ultimate ride

Mr. Suicide, grab his hand he'll take you on the ultimate fucking ride



Isn't it strange