This is my end of time thought she was mine demons to make my crimes demons in my head seeing demons in the night rythm to rhyme reasons and why expression to my time is mine to be expecting my crime killing the night seeing no future in light these wrongs to my rights everything everyone everytime Minute Maid, minutes made future untold much more unfolds expecting more rhymes eye to a lime I to be lyme (disease) beginning to climb every clime inclined is time intime duetime is mine with time to die with mine to rhyme Its the end of time with my demons Its the rhymes when my feeling deepens you known my music really depends on my pens and pads on my moms and dads oh my music is to sad oh my music sucks to bad all my haters and demons no more all my matyrs and heathens no more