seasons beatings//storks feasting on corps my distraut source was cohorsed into makin my situation worse//i was the first now im the last inside the perimeter//i can feel the spirit in the wind but cant visualize the exterior//
i got a sense of dead people stalkin the earths grounds,thats why when you in a deserted space you stilll can hear a slight sound//and when the night around i get scratches in places my clothing conseals//i take action inside my dreams that the realworld reveals//but still i feel em surroundin me its like dawn of the dead// i went to the pawnshop got into my shed shootin at the wind so misled
a misguided halfminded vibrate confined in the time of violence so silent when i strive on guidance one sided cuz i believe in fightn//
ignitin when the lightin strike and the thunderstorm hit, imma be in thermals convinced that the spirits want me IN//
they wanna take me rape me of oxygen deprive me of my last breath//
hold me tight around my neck till i gurgle foam and drown to my death//
spirits got me wishin iiiiiiii
