They tend to misunderstand the paper man with scissor hands

Who watches the hour glass for grains of sand to fall and fall again

As he pretends that everything he lays his hands on doesn't turn to shreds

But why oh why does he persist to hide when they insist he try to come outside

From the shell he lives inside 

Now he's been hypnotized and despite the lies, he sits and waits to die

Cause he can't find no words to explain the rain

All his emotions are transformed and now become pain

He's alive in a black hole, empty in space

And he sits in front of the mirror and he's face to face

With the sadness, confusion

His patience, he's loosing

He's substance abusing

He's one with the music

And he needs a little something to dial it all back

Cause he's running in a race but he's not on track

~Twiztid, LDLHA-IBCSYWA

I like music sooo...
P!ATD, Twiztid, ICP, Tech N9ne, Linkin Park, plus most other music, especially if it has dark or edgy underlying meanings.