| I am fucked up from these substances
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| I figure things out in mere instances
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| Colors rattle my sight, it cannot be
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| Distorted visages is what I see
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| Ocular introspection (of my mind)
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| Ocular introspection (I am not blind)
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| Ocular introspection (it's time to die)
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| The walls now have moved and they pulse
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| Brilliant shadows
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| I now see God, he is there
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| Help me father
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| Screams of anguish and of rage
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| Infest my mind
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| I’ve seen the light, it is bright
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| Violence ignites
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| Mirror images of my life pass me by
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| Sinful creation coming forth, let it begin
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| Subconscious thoughts, acting erratically
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| Sadness lasting only sporadically
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| I will now break free this mold or my sanity will fold
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| Cast out demons of my present and my past
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| Creator of my life will end it fast
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| I am now going insane
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| Chaotic thoughts of passion
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| Mocking my vision
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| I thought that I could win
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| But this maze will never end |