| I feel her touch like a cold breeze tickled my neck | |
| She here to show me more ways of the dark | |
| I would expect her to know by now, | |
| I won't bend or | |
| Be afraid of anything she shows me or anything she say | |
| She want me to be scared 'cause she feeds on fear | |
| And show me horrible things so | |
| I don't see so clear | |
| My vision is so distorted and coming with new eyes | |
| That show me people covered in blood and ready to die | |
| I'm afraid of my own self and it won't help me none | |
| To get a gun and put it to my dome | |
| I know that you're alone and | |
| I figured we could talk | |
| If she don't get under my head then | |
| I'm blowing my shit off | |
| She's calling on me every night, she's scratching the walls | |
| To keep me afraid everyday, she keeps tearing at my sanity | |
| Unbarring now it's become so mundane | |
| Becoming insane, | |
| I won't be afraid | |
| She didn't know | |
| I was use to it, flash backs | |
| Trigger my brain and shoot through it like fireworks again and again | |
| And if I'm going insane then | |
| I'm taking somebody with me | |
| Out the window of the glass house you been living | |
| And if I'm just another page that you can turn and get away from | |
| Then please do me a favor and turn it before the day comes | |
| And hopefully it's sooner then later 'cause | |
| I'm feeling | |
| My patience growing thin in this relationship | |
| And they'll cradle you in the grave all the hate into my mind state | |
| There's only one way to retaliate | |
| Grab the thirty eight and hold it to my temple | |
| Waiting on the word and now it all seems so simple it's absurd | |
| Maybe it'll stop when she sees me holding the gun | |
| Or a suicidalist is what | |
| I'm going to become | |
| I'm hoping you can learn from my past and what | |
| I've doneAnd in the long run maybe you gonna know how to use a gun | |
| She's calling me (she keeps calling me) | |
| I'm afraid, | |
| I'm afraid, | |
| I'm afraid | |
| Why are things so wicked when | |
| I sing of evil spells | |
| And hidden incognations to open the gates of hell | |
| What if style were wicked, would | |
| I wear human skin | |
| With magic tongue rings and cane, display the skeleton | |
| What if hell were heaven and heaven were irreversed | |
| Would it really change the balance here on earth | |
| Care to think about it, | |
| I don't, got too many problems of my own | |
| Insanity it's a crypt that | |
| I'm trying to keep a hold on | |
| I just want to be left alone | |
| So everybody please just go away | |
| Inside of my mind is where she calls home | |
| And I just can't take another word she say | |
| What if the rose was wicked, would it have teeth | |
| Would it bite all who smelling it, leave a hole in they cheek | |
| What if blood was wicked, would it make me want to fight' | |
| Til I drew blood stained in my teeth like bliss white | |
| What if art was wicked, would | |
| I paint with blood | |
| Would I sculpt with guts, would | |
| I mount human heads to the wall with love | |
| Probably all of the above and then some | |
| Spend a little time on these streets, son | |
| She's calling me (she keeps calling me) | |
| I'm afraid, | |
| I'm afraid, | |
| I'm afraid | |
| She's calling on me every night, she's scratching the walls | |
| To keep me afraid everyday, she keeps tearing at my sanity | |
| Unbarring now it's become so mundane | |
| Becoming insane, | |
| I won't be afraid |
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