Turk
I cannot grasp this black psychology
My cage's walls are closing in on me
The rage that surfaces is not my soul
It's like a devil taking all control
The violence lives in me and will not leave
Like a magician with pain up his sleeve
The sight of God is to unfold
Memories untold
For every poem's a rhyme
The joke is father time
Delves in twisted sexuality
Substance abuse and immorality
A stark obsession no one else would know
Questions unanswered, how far can this go
A wall of torment, my blood boiling
To break this shell and do what's so obscene
The sight of God is to unfold
Memories untold
For every poem's a rhyme
The joke is father
The sight of God is to unfold
Memories untold
For every poem's a rhyme
The joke is father time
The sight of God is to unfold
Memories untold
For every poem's a rhyme
The joke is father
The sight of God is to unfold
Memories untold
For every poem's a rhyme
The joke is father time