MeNTiLL:
Pitch Black, Missed facts of reality, Trapped in a deep sleep
My heart beats, Endless streets of hells heat give me the creeps
Unable 2 speak, I can't yell, And it seems help is a mile away
"Put Tha Child Away", Tha voice I hear screamin despite of my fate
In light of tha day, I see a man standin, But I can't make 'em out
Children R dancin but stop when they C Satan in prison 2 try 2 break 'em out...
Evolve:
My eyes are twitching as sleep shakes my nerves about
lids are closed and dreams convey my word of mouth
scream with silent shouts, a nightmare behind those bars
projecting evil with a powerful touch to crush the stars
sight seems scarred, a figure in a stance glancing my way
picture is distorted as kids prance, dance, and play
then they start to stray, Satan steps out of his cage
now the siloette and i are afriad of his carnage & rage...
MeNTiLL:
Flames surroundin' his frame, Seems sorta like a fairy tale
A scary tale, Nightmare, Now Im right here sayin' my Mary Hails
Red flesh, Fire for breath, Now the kids are tearin' down God's poster
What am I supposed to do? That tha mysterious man is gettin' closer
No gun, No holster, Im unsure if he's a friend or foe
But complications elevate, Satan chases me, Is this tha end or no?
Evolve:
standing in a puddle of sweat as it drops from head to toe
inner terror exposed, the heat of death has never been so close
the figure ahead running from the roast, approaching my presence
fire & brimstone in his backround, toasting each print he steps in
is this a showdown like western, or is he running to be saved?
should i go in for the kill or find a different path to be paved
the children laugh as he came, the moment of truth has arrived
MeNTiLL:
Tha hairs on tha back of my legs, Set ablaze, It's like a rage
Happenin' inside tha covers of a myth, Wish I could turn tha page
Ahead of me, A gun raised, Like Im runnin' toward death at a steady pace
Shoes already laced, Tha distant figure and I are now standin' face to face
Hard to embrace tha grace, Dunno if he's here 2 help me or end my struggle
We communicate witout words, And it seems telepathically our mind form a huddle
Evolve:
the pain & anguish doubles as the ground shakes & rumbles
at first the similarities are subtle, then i realize
stare at him with pealed eyes, is it fake truth or real lies?
cause i see myself in this guy, cant handle the shock & surprise
this is no disguise, no illuzion, try to believe but im losing
must have lost my mind, gone to hide in an elusive seclution
just then i came to a conclusion, finally able to see thru the smoke
the heat turned off and lungs worked without a choke
it was hell trying to find myself, slit the devil's throat
evil was gone with the alarm, at peace when i awoke
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