Sew my eyes shut so I can see no evil again I am the beast that you pray not to see before bed Somebody said they were sick of me sayin' I'd rather be dead Well I guess that's just because you cannot comprehend
I am the mage but I never thought I would see So many kids who pretend they love Mr. Crowley Put down your mic before you end up being like me Trapped in a black and white world you can see in any pic of me I was 17 walkin' in the middle of the street trynna get laid out Dad died and nobody knew why I just wanted to be with him under the ground Turnin' the pages of my Kybalion All of the intuition inside of me keeps on fightin' but I won't deny a fire inside of me I connect to the all and I am a molecule relative to the space and the time
Time runnin' out I'm runnin' out I'm runnin' out of reasons to die (reasons to die!...) Keepin' on, I keep, keepin' on I keep Trynna get to the bottom of why I'm alive
Time runnin' out I'm runnin' out I'm runnin' out of reasons to die (reasons to die!...) Keepin' on, I keep, keepin' on I keep Trynna get to the bottom of why I'm alive
Sew my eyes shut so I can see no evil again I am the beast that you pray not to see before bed Somebody said they were sick of me sayin' I'd rather be dead Well I guess that's just because you cannot comprehendTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
