Ain’t nobody knowing what goes on inside this head all these demons chasing me around and around everybody says fine take your medicine but they don’t know what happens even when I’m calm when I lim my head down on this pillow as the demons come out chasing me all around I feel in somehow murder and all the families that I have everyone that I care remind me of all the harmed I’ve done the stair road broken glass in fill in the wrong everyone I love love goes away in the end Johnny Cash says on monster inside black belt only the outside physical fit and on the inside of psychologist criminal mind shit so she’ll path Hannibal Lecter ready to go shit sociopath Hannibal The tra to go my game is free to Krueger and no one knows they all be dead when they miss me lit it out I try to stuff it inside this cage but it always gets out and when I go to sleep everybody inside is really on the outside it’s not Llusion but it’s painful as hell all the friends that I’ve lost over the years due to my own stupidity or whatever I have to relive that moment over and over again repetitively because when I lay my head down his pillow itself and when I’m awake I’m trying to control it doing better so yeah take a pill