Welcome to my dark mind:
To what you weren’t meant to find.
Now that you’re here,
I simply ask you.
Can you see all my lies?
Can you tear out my eyes?
A child is crying in your head.
Before you know it, you’ll be dead.
Wicked men dancing in your view.
All your nightmares have come true.
And shaking violently,
Still demons I see!
The evil is a little show,
It turns me bad,
So on my wicked way I go.
The light hits your eyes with a wild blur.
Your head is spinning,
your vision stirs.
You fight the pictures in your mind.
The unsightly pictures of your find.
The lustful images take control.
It turns me into an empty hole.
Life like a whore,
becomes over done.
It seems my story has already been spun.
Around in circles you will find,
Everything that chills your spine.
Worshipers, divinities, drugs and disease,
Everything that takes away life’s ease.
Living, rather slowly, dying in paradise.
I’m unlucky, I broke the dice.
I’m helpless and will have hell to pay.
It’s not safe to assume it’s just a bad day.
Terror filled present because of the future,
No matter the out come, you’ll be a disputer.
No rest. Not ever. Not for your sick mind!
In conclusion you will find
reels of unisghtly images in your mind.
Written By: Ron Bergquist & Kevin Dunn