scattered inside of my head there are thoughts unsaid which i've meant to be read
but am i mentally fed with whats entering instead by the intentions from the undead?
i get mixed up, all my senses seem led by a different demension, i guess im demented
but the demons been spreadin false wisdom, my tread's almost bald
it isnt really that bad at all but still could i add anything, if u would listen
my sadness should end and i'd act glad
how does these doubts even find a vision to the rest, to imprint just a lil bit of a threat
many wont call their selves missin but now im gettin better detectin wherever the devil does set...