The Dark Half
Tactixx:First verse
Cry:second verse
Kid's Dynamic:third verse
Sick and twisted, a mans mind haunted by images horrific
This story takes place in a small town near the pacific
Contents explicit and vivid in a time better forgotten
Now a new burial ground where corpses decay and rot in
Sam caught on quickly, after a few women went missing
Two soggy bodies found by an old father and son fishing
The townsfolk enraged and wishing for some sign of hope
With a frog in his throat Sam stepped forward and spoke
The citizens took him for a joke, and paid him no heed
A warning they would all need to unmask this demon seed
He'd beg and plead for them to see but they all refused
Said his visions were old news, failing to see the clues
Seen as never paying his dues, with a childhood mispent
But it seems as of lately... Sam's been feeling different....
yet, he really isn't.. he falls asleep again and then dreams of death,
of a woman folding to an axe that happens to crease the head,
and right as she releases breath, he wakes to heat and sweat,
so he heads downtown to speak to them.. these weak people,
who ignore him while he cries wolf about how he see's evil..
'cause he'll never be equal.. but when he gets there...
everyone's freaking, paramedics, policemen; he gets scared..
a rabbit betwixt the bears, so hungry to rip him to shreds,
to dismiss and pretend, gnashing teeth while wishing him dead,
so a simple spin and he's fled.. back to his home,
with a splitting headache that's like an axe to the dome,
and his visions, the other half of him knows, it has to be bullshit,
the cops'll be here any second and the ache he has is repulsive,
then it pulls in.. memories jog into place, his eyes spot his mistake,
and if sleepwalking's the culprit, his mind's lost in the wake..
thinking: no way, double take.. return that hand, try again,
but it's NOT the boogeymans blood all over that axe by his bed
So who's kid is dead and how did this get here?
To make it clear, there's innocence in the mirror.
Somehow my tooth's missing and my jaw's limp,
I'm clinching onto this shirt that has paw prints.
My chest's bruised, and I'm so fuckin' confused,
did I break through and jump into the news?
Am I on channel two, next to Jack the Ripper,
because if I'm not, fuck it... someone's dinner.
Give me a princess so I can skin her- it's time,
for every damn headline to remember Mr. Hide!
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