Pain don't cease, No peace for the one's in peices
Already deceased, not pleased with it's multiple diseases
This ain't Xavier Fox, It's your man who's talking
My life is a board, and now I demand the chalk
And i'm a soldier..fighting the wars of your life
By your life i mean i'm slowly ending mine with a knife.
It's pressure you can only measure on the rictor scale
But not even this neverending earthquake can make me fail
Not even eighteen, you talk like your twenty
It's all the same scene, but it was never funny
Not a candidate but you're about to running
The speed of how I rev this chainsaw is surely stunning
You're voice is loud and clearer even as a whisper, I can hear you talking
You hear footsteps in hall, but you're barely walking
Look behind you, It's your past taking the role of karma
You're tears show it your fear, and fear can peirce all armor
This is my 60th writing in the cafe, and 60 more to go
I haven't found my mind yet, so continue the show
I've lost it, My sanity covered in frost yet
When i wanna shed blood it's comes straight from the faucet
Dark lies, Angels
Red eyes, Chainsaws
Back to the past, Like you think I've forgotten?
I've got my whole life to put myself on the spotted.