you have no idea how bad i feel
but i'm mad as Hell
and this can not heal
still i have to tell
bout the crap i deal with
the traps they'll build
i adapt a lil bit
yet i cast the spells
and broadcastin: reelin's
my actual realm
well crafted, sealed in
who's graphed my realm
black magic villains?
i ask myself but that won't help-when
will the tragic halt and the filth end?
to catipult passed my guilt trip:
unmask my faults as the field flips
cuz i'd relatch my vault, relax and chill bits