Artist: high on fire
Song: 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
(chorus)
the sight of god is to unfold
memories untold
for every poem's a rhyme
the joke is father time
on delves in twisted sexuality
substance abuse and immortality
a stark obsession no one else would know
questions unanswered, how far can this go
the walls of torment, my blood's boiling
to break this shell to do what's so obscene
repeat (chorus)
