Pain!. Buried so far away. Enter my life of nothing. Sick of the same ol' thing,. so I dig a hole, bury pain!. Sick of the same ol' thing,. so I dig a hole, bury pain!.
I'm shrouded and sedated. Patiently awaiting. For my mind to really calm down. I'm afraid of being hated. 'Cause I'm so jaded. Not like everybody somehow.
You're not the right one dumb damn rapper. Not the right goddamn. Who are you to rap shit take off. And who says you're right. On top you think you'r bomb artista.
You chose to take. From The Past. You want a game. That's built to last. 'Cause love without affection. Is hate without the pain. Life is a connection.
To Kill or Be Killed. . Through the Trees. Bodies and Blades. Carving the Pathway. To the Checkpoint. . Awaken the Grass. Weapons and Brass. Anticipating Blood Spill.