The rage insides,like Micheal Meyers, burning deep within my mind /and I, do speak with twisted words but tho a poet know am I, and as hard as I try/ the world still crumbles./ thevoices say be humble .But I keep on falling so behind / so sic and tired/cant shake the demon out my eyes. man Ive tried.And now they speaking . there whispers deep within, my mind again/.I'm lacking ,the self control to erase the sins,, upon my soul./hands up /fuck it !./they win /.so I just sit back and soak it all in./ .these tears done scared my skin.I. I'm hearing it all again /so I know I'm not insane/ and It aint no secret, / that i should be dead/.for the pain/and memories thats in my brain . and yea all my devilish ways. ////// 2nd>> My minds so fucked .I m getting it from all sides .don't know which way to turn.but I know I'm tired of trying to do right.these lesson still burn.should I just pick up that knife and start to cut and slice/ just to feed this demon/.please dont be the motha fucking reason/ to pull out whats lurking deep inside.you want to begin the killing season. /thenbitch /lets ride / You know the evil thats within me,/ With no place to hide/so all these devils need to get behind me/ and it keeps me up at night. To and i hear them screams in my head.to /and it is what it is/ that just true./a prelude of my mind state/ a killa not going insane.But just a heartbeat away/ lost in my ways/. you. Bitch!.....it's time to pay..!!.>>> 3>> outro....