Look my mind, tell me what you see, what you find Can tell me what's happening this time? I know I break it again, losing control these demons inside still pulling at my soul. Still for my coat, I choke and black out Without a lung to pump anymore out. Am I on the Earth with these ??? symptoms Cause church won't grant the dead an exorcism.
J:] Let me get two and a microphone Black rain, murder means spike your dome Why, I, don't why Pressure from my head when you die (Ali Baba) Empty bottles on the shelf Got hunger and a sexual drive to end your health. Fucking (ouch) You die, I'm sorry but you gotta die.
x2:] Come me, right into the edge of your mind We're on the edge and ready to die The shit is about to jump off, and I'm to jump off, damn Then when the soul around I'm a again.
Fall in emotion and passing through memories Descending into dark with my hands in of me Waving and screaming, falling a way through Hell What's at the I don't know But I'll find out when I get Hands grabbing at me, but I'm them all Slicing and every wrist with my hatchet as I fall And if I reach the bottom with my intact, I'm a climb to the top and go right back and do it again.
If you can see what I was thinking no one would have to die It would be as simple as looking inside of my And through all the pressure has come to a head And I release it on the and leave 'em for dead