when you think your mind is clear and you think that nirvana is almost near trying to fall asleep again they come to break everything you ever dream
it's better get a bullet in your head than to try to deal with it they will be eating you untill you be dead you won't be able to do it better you did like a strangers that will stab you in your back you better hold your breath
it's complicated to recognize that you are the weapon they use against you shadow-boxing is all that you do everyday trying to fight yourself with your own blood on your fists
make a choice on whose side you wanna fight grab your weapons, your fears that you hold inside and go in forefront of the war within you will be paralyzed again
close your eyes and hell will bow to you!
solution ghostly blinks ahead the force of inner rebellion removes all thats been said inside your head machine mincing dead meat you are saint they call psychopath but you never doubt that
i am addicted to torturing myself with thoughts poisoned by the grey sights all what surrounds is choking me id rather fucking die
cold war that hurts you and heats your mind from the inside contaminate healthy cells and ruin what you have designed you have to choose the side you want to protect you are a neglect and a prove you are the worthless reflect