Torturedsoul. Severed tongues. Blinded eyes will not behold. Jagged blade. Lacerate. Pushing forth the flood of death. . Trough flesh and frost. Life is lost. Amongst sin and steel
I FEEL THE PRESENCE. COLD BREATH UPON MY SKIN. A TORTUREDSOUL. THAT CRIES AND BEGS FOR ME. TO LET IT IN ITS IN THE SHADOWS. I CAN FEEL YOU IN MY BONES. JUST MANIFEST YOURSELF. AND SHOW TO ME
that your prayed for, awake. I'll see you on the other side. A torturedsoul have I become. It keep's me safe and leaves me numb, right?. Cause in this dream I'm wide awake. The one I love I did forsake
. Though it fought so hard, I knew it wouldn't make it. I'm a torturedsoul, I live in disguise. Rest in peace to the leader of the Jackson 5. I died in my sleep, I'm still Big Pimpin'. I ball at the
Verse 1. You left your typewriter at my apartment. Straight from the tortured poets department. I think some things I never say. "Like who uses typewriters anyway?". But you're in self-sabotage mode
Verse 1. You left your typewriter at my apartment. Straight from the tortured poets department. I think some things I never say. "Like who uses typewriters anyway?". But you're in self-sabotage mode