I'm flippin' out, just loosin' control,
step by step, two steps, blindfolded in the mind land. Silent hills, dirty thoughts through the brain crawl. No hidden meaning at all.
In my mind there's a hole filled with lines. Don't ask the word. Smash the gate.
“See the light?”
Gatekeeper of the darkest bad habits,
standin' close to the deepest H.P.L's hell abyss,
kickin' stones to watch what could happen, but if i fall down, I won't make the same sound.
I know, rumors might be true:
so many people live their lives like they have no clue.
This is what i'm talkin' about:
Who deals with Slander, lives in strife.
The devil drags me kickin' and screaming.
When pain is outside is a way better feeling.
The devil drags me, so now games are pot, Royal Blue Cheese, droppin' bombs, dot, dot, dot.
Imagine yourself going on and on.
“Did you get it?” Is it enough what you got?
Well, now stop, come on, i'll try to image now what if i live the whole thing undone
Is there a hole in my mind filled with lines? The gate's open. “Still no light?”
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