I speak the truth but the things i say are irrelevant
whispers of death that cant be heard if im yellin it
the prophecys of man written in satanic elements
The following of a voice not knowing whos tellin it
God was named Eloheem one god to rule the world
How can 1 God be when if translated means plural
conspiracies to hide evil got me lost in a wind whirl
And shit only gets worse as i watch the smoke swirl
So i hit the leaf again chill out try 2 calm my nerves
My lungs burn and i feel eternal fire not of this earth
My eyes bleed red woundering is this what i deserve
Demons screamin in my ears demanding who i serve
No angels to save me here god must grade on a curve
I took the highway 2 hell and probly i shoulda swerved
no turnin bak now 2 late i just carved the wrist incision
I scream 4 the blood to stop but it dont wanna listen
I chose this life why isnt it what i had envisioned
The demons in my head speakin on that triple 6 religon
evil thoughts dementing my mind I cant take no more
spinning backwards records on twisted guitar chords
Each time the string plucks my sanity splits a little
Until my personality cracks straight down the middle
A war erupts between demons and a heavenly prescence
Then i realize its neither, i have become my own mencace
whispers of death that cant be heard if im yellin it
the prophecys of man written in satanic elements
The following of a voice not knowing whos tellin it
God was named Eloheem one god to rule the world
How can 1 God be when if translated means plural
conspiracies to hide evil got me lost in a wind whirl
And shit only gets worse as i watch the smoke swirl
So i hit the leaf again chill out try 2 calm my nerves
My lungs burn and i feel eternal fire not of this earth
My eyes bleed red woundering is this what i deserve
Demons screamin in my ears demanding who i serve
No angels to save me here god must grade on a curve
I took the highway 2 hell and probly i shoulda swerved
no turnin bak now 2 late i just carved the wrist incision
I scream 4 the blood to stop but it dont wanna listen
I chose this life why isnt it what i had envisioned
The demons in my head speakin on that triple 6 religon
evil thoughts dementing my mind I cant take no more
spinning backwards records on twisted guitar chords
Each time the string plucks my sanity splits a little
Until my personality cracks straight down the middle
A war erupts between demons and a heavenly prescence
Then i realize its neither, i have become my own mencace
