Look into my mind, tell me you see, what you find Can somebody me what's happening this time? I don't I break it down again, control With these inside still pulling at my soul. Still reaching for my coat, I choke and out Without a lung to pump oxygen out. Am I on the Earth with these ??? symptoms Cause your won't grant the dead an exorcism.
J:] Let me get two turntables and a Black rain, bloody murder means spike dome Why, I, don't why Pressure from my head when you die (Ali Baba) Empty pill on the shelf Got this hunger and a sexual drive to end health. aches (ouch) You gotta die, I'm sorry but you die.
x2:] Come with me, into the edge of your mind We're standing on the edge and to die The shit is to jump off, and I'm about to jump off, damn Then when the soul around I'm a again.
Fall in through emotion and passing through into dark with my hands in front of me Waving and screaming, falling a way through Hell at the bottom? I don't know But find out when I get there Hands grabbing at me, but I'm dodging all Slicing each and every wrist with my hatchet as I 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 then no one would have to die It would be as simple as looking inside of my And through time all the pressure has to a head And I release it on the and leave 'em for dead