I needed a hit, reduction of the temptation
That would need me to kill, I was so ill
Blood thirst, virgin kill, closer to tihar, solitary padded cell
That was my aim in life
...
"I don't see it coming, I feel it coming
When they shut the windows, I hear the voices coming
Even when the room is padded with egg stacks, I can hear them speaking
...
The golden light awakens him
Frosting his bone
Expansion of the metallic piston
To the scorching rays of North
...
Spiritual Kuruptcy
I needed a hit, reduction of the temptation
That would need me to kill, I was so ill
Blood thirst, virgin kill, closer to tihar, solitary padded cell
That was my aim in life
Spirits engulfed me, as I pulled out my blade
Destined for a name, the vocal chords of a face
A U-turn, a mere call, a walk back, a stormy dusk
That's how the day ended with the beginning
Walking in the streets, fear of barking dogs
Almost came to disrupting nature's peace, with my release
Reaching out, aluminium rod, street dogs, red roads
That was my aim that night
Laughter of a mad man, exposed incognitia
Sight for my mother and father, one cried other just gazed upon his son
Terra incognita, persona non grata, cold coffee, a good sleep
That happened that very dawn
Spiritual kuruptcy, initial disease
With no being, I was left in isolation with my release