In my subtle mind, a voice it speaks.
Foreign words, to you unknown.
My Mental pipe begins to leak.
Reveals the past thats never shown.
Hidden meanings turn to lies/
Death converts to sorrow.
Mourning, weeping, crying pain.
Your courage, can i borrow?
Tiskit, Taskit, turn your caskit upside
down and kill the joy.
Cry and die, go dry those eyes.
Little left for you dear boy.
Love and Hate,
Evaluate your feelings to an end.
Walking deep into myself
Reality is to bend.