I know the mind, relentlessly forcing me to find that every man is blind, to a certain degree, forcing me to hide behind all that they see, and I want to be.

I know the type of place you have a tendancy to displace all visions of face, desperately grabbing any trace of grace before you sink and forget how to think.

Host to a magnificent evil, I need to feed my soul before I bleed insanities seed is set to grow, but first, I need some blow.

Go find me a thought and I'll look at what you brought.