Turk

I cannot grasp this black psychology My cage's walls are closing in on me The rage that surfaces is not my soul It's like a devil taking control The violence lives in me ad will not leave Live a magician with pain up his sleeve (Chorus) The sight of God is to unfold Memories untold For every poem's a rhyme The joke is father time Our delves in twisted sexuality Substance abuse and immortality A stark obsession no one else would know Questions unanswered, how far can this go The wall of torment, my blood's boiling Break this shell to do what's so obscene