Endless Symphony E

Darkhold. Jamaica, listen man, Come creepin' with the folks and judge it hide Within the shadows so be careful of the thought. Genocide comes here deep within the wood, The monsters dwell beneath the surface of the soil Lies the miseries of hell. This mirror of your sickness, I take pleasure in The weakness of another, feel your number one is Another prey to vengeance. I found the darkness walking, playing there while Some just waste their space, so I retaliate with Hate write the for all the fakes. I put my head into the clouds and then I smoke it with my friends. My senses slowly get to dim, I feel the Temp come on the rest. With these thoughts I had a gift, I try Focus and I'm hoping thoughts are rushing through my Mind for when rest. I feel a wooden in the veins of distortion, Oh, I crave insanity. In this life I feel a foreign child, my Home vacancy. Everything's inane to see, I've come to realize this Is truth, the way to hate profanity. I speak these words that stir up- Don't believe what you are told, it is your Fault to synthesize it. Doesn't seem the fucking genius 'cause he is my Genocide. Throw my head and pray if it makes You feel safe. Wish the seasons all would wait, But never will this be okay. Don't believe what you are told, It is your fault to synthesize it. Doesn't seem the fucking genius 'cause he is my Genocide. Throw my head and pray if it makes You feel safe. Wish the seasons all would wait, But will this be okay.