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I’m on a whole different page,
On a whole different level,
My sanity’s insane,
And my conscience is the devil...

He speaks in rhymes,
And violent screams,
Feeding on my mind,
Through my dreams,
And when I pick up a pen its him you hear,
Cause these words aren’t mine,
They just appear,
Cause these words aren’t mine,
They just appeared...

Please hear every word I’m speaking,
I once thought I was the devil,
Cause I’m filled with demons,
I conjured up spirits,
Not fully believing,
I’d get the gift to write words,
With such powerful meanings...

Now that’s all it took,
And I was off to the races,
I dove head first into the dark,
And embraced it,
But now I’ve got these voices in my head that scream,
And I hate these voices because they make me mean...

I tried to turn back,
But I was in too deep,
My attempts to change,
Brought attacks in my sleep,
Being held down by demons,
Waking up screaming,
Not sleeping for days,
Scared of what I’d be seeing...

But in no way,
Shape,
Or form,
Am I knocking the left,
If you can’t relate,
Then its probably best...

If you don’t know what real true darkness is,
I’ll tell ya...

It’ll steal your mind,
And it’ll cage it for years,
Twisting your perception into paranoid fears,
Leaving you wondering...

What the fuck is real???