thru the depths of unknown thats where i adapt
but am i headin in a trap i have yet to figure correctly my guess
but what brings me back in the zone is my craft which i own
if it would ever wreck i'd then collapse n be low
many measures i have to go no matter the stretch of the road
because i treasure what's gold which imbeds in my soul
til to bed under soil im givin to rest uncontrolled
as in when my casket is closed
i can't imagine my role when i abandon this cold planet like coal
black in its tone from the devils intro to a land he calls home