Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song My Head is Haunted, artist - Dark Lotus. Album song The Mud, Water, Air and Blood, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.03.2015
Record label: Psychopathic
Song language: English
My Head is Haunted |
Everybody’s got a skeleton in their closet |
But my closet happens to be inside of my head like a pocket |
Behind of my eye socket, right in line with my mind |
And I’m tryin' to lock it away, but it’s comin' back everytime |
And I can feel it gettin' stronger, hopin' I live no longer |
Choking myself while I’m having visions it’s all over but it’s not |
And I wake up everytime and I’m still haunted in my mind |
Listen close you can hear it whispering (die!) |
If you live in a haunted house you can leave it |
If you hear ghost stories choose not to believe it |
My dilemma’s deeper try to perceive it |
My head is haunted, can you conceive it? |
I’m screaming at random, shit is terrifying |
Right, left outta the blue I start crying |
I saw an exorcist but he quit the case |
I bit off his cheek and then spit it in his face |
Living in my mind (I'm forever haunted) |
Nothing they’ve defined (Always I am taunted) |
Will they ever let me go? |
With them I’ve combined (Beside by the wanted, no) |
Fear creeps over me |
Pupils dilate |
Pale I become now |
Face with wild hate |
What is it? |
Impairing me |
Daring me to take another breath |
(Come on doc you’re scaring me to death!) |
Let’s get it over |
Shit is gettin' colder |
Everything I’ve told her |
Lost in the roll up |
Story getting older |
Call me the corroder |
Decaying, laying on the grim reaper’s shoulder |
I close my eyes and I’m face to face with a poltergeist |
Not a polar bear but my temperature, it’s cold as ice |
I got a head on me, filled up with 50 entities |
Summon kinetic energy, shock me with electricity |
And I’m haunted just like a host |
That’s entertaining a bank with up at least a 100 ghosts |
All seen it just like a scene of a massacre |
My head is moving |
Think that they’re driving and I’m the passenger |
At least three ghosts occupy my brain |
One is the saint, two are insane |
They beat down the good ghost and torture is a constant |
I thought it might help, moved in to a convent |
Now I get nosebleeds and migrane shakes |
I drink holy water, snort blessed rice cakes |
Whatever it takes but it doesn’t know harm |
They takeover, I’m in the corner chewing on my arm! |
Is it all in my head? |
Taunting me, haunting me |
Want to see everyone dead simultaneously |
Light the match, choke the flame, fire rain is insane |
Shadows inside are addicted to pain |
Bang my head off the floor |
Shove it in between the door |
Broke my nose, it don’t stop still wanting more |
I’m bloody and bruised by my own apparition |
This is my life, my unstable condition |
Lotus! |
(Come on doc, you’re scaring me to death) |