As I move along life I feel a pressure,
a real insight that takes over me,
I realize about the things idiots look for
but my brain is turning high and sick,
As I live, I sense I need to christen shadows,
I should befriend nightmares just in case,
since an urge is warning me about what is coming
rampaging all the way from within,
Just a spark of black that unseals
a dismal mental crack
My heart seems calm but my mind is whirling,
the more I can see the less I sight a meaning,
percieving cold shivers that in fact are feelings
striving in evil and becoming aware, and they're
crawling as if they were alive in me,
all them squirm in the frigid low,
awakening restless, violently whispering
my soul.
They speak my soul
as their language of evil
They touch my senses lightly one by one,
restoring memories I didn't know I had,
psychopathic traits like acid in veins,
and past comedowns that feel like chilling scars,
Hate never left, but know is a friend,
mind-clouded with murder, sweeping all in a spin,
emotions burn, malice anew,
my essence is for them the purest of sins,
My heart seems calm but my mind is whirling,
the more I can see the less I sight a meaning,
percieving cold shivers that in fact are feelings
striving in evil and becoming aware, and they're
crawling as if they were alive in me,
all them squirm in the frigid low,
awakening restless, violently whispering
my soul.
They speak my soul
as their language of evil
Emotions burn, malice anew,
mind-clouded with murder, sweeping all in a spin,
sweeping all in a spin
I sense I need to christen shadows,
I should befriend nightmares just in case,
They speak my soul as their language of evil
rampaging all the way from within,
Rampaging all the way from within,
rampaging all the way from within,
violently whispering my soul as their language of sin.
My heart seems calm but my mind is whirling,
the more I can see the less I sight a meaning,
percieving cold shivers that in fact are feelings
striving in evil and becoming aware, and they're
crawling as if they were alive in me,
all them squirm in the frigid low,
awakening restless, violently whispering
my soul.
Crawling as if they were alive in me,
all them squirm in the frigid low,
awakening restless, violently whispering
my soul.
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