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 s*xuality 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 --- Turk - High on Fire