These scars on my back make it Harder to rap in this baring wasteland I'm Starving in fact. I know it sounds crazy but a demon sent me here, stuck in the Carving. Entrapped...
I sliced my skin and this devilish soul Spliced within with one Richous wind and gave my skull 'number on 6 different sides' like tossing Dice to win an enitre life with him.
Now i spend my days in this Barren land always with Despair in hand and next to me a demon from the pits of hell where he's a Cherished man, one of the Fairest and a Terror ran
through my Heart at that moment that I Started to open my undead and Departed emotions, he doesnt let me write or think he wants me to be Dark as an ocean...
I see the Clouds on the horizon and the thunder sounds like the Shouting of a giant and slowly the demons face form on this Mountain that in climbing whom Doubts all my defiance
I scream at the ground, "Your leaving me now!" Performing my own exorcism slowly and solemnly Bleeding him out Upon this meaningless route...
Suddenly a part in the clouds came Piercing above me, So Clear and so lovely came roaring a Spirit that trust me to help me through this struggle and catch my tears thats so ugly.
meaning this soul that Trapped in my veins We were walking while chanthing and suddenly I Coallapsed on the plain and started screaming the Vaticans name
The demon started to Ooze from my cut The heavenly spirit beside me filled a syringe with holy water and started to Shoot it up in between my lossened cuff
The demon past into another Dimesion or realm, the spirit having served his sentence on hell left me as well, yet im still stuck here sitting, wounded as I Repent and rebel