Have you heard his hateful scream?
I've heard it many times, but somehow nothing seemed to change.
So I tested his good graces and met this faceless devils grin, and while steering clear of evil things I tripped his snare, I tripped his snare, and I think he's telling them I need them again.
Oh my god.
He won't let me go.
My life is in the hands of this creature that marvels in the evilest things, but my mind is well my heart beats just fine, but my body is maimed.
And if you knew the steps for such a worldly man to take to clear his head, you could keep them to yourself.
Because I've seen my share, and I swear I know that only godly men throw stones.
Oh my god.
He won't let me go.
My life is in the hands of this creature that marvels in the evilest things, but my mind is well my heart beats just fine, but my body is maimed.
For running they took away my finger tips, but they did not stop with broken limbs because they tore into my skin.
But I don't know you, no I don't know you but that doesn't change a thing.
I called for help and all I saw was you.
I've got to find a reason why he hates me, and he knows my name.
He hears me sleeping