High On Fire 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 control
The violence lives in me ad will not leave
Live a magician with pain up his sleeve
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The sight of God is to unfold
Memories untold
For every poem's a rhyme
The joke is father time
our delves in twisted sexuality
Substance abuse and immortality
A stark obsession no one else would know
Questions unanswered, how far can this go
The wall of torment, my blood's boiling
Break this shell to do what's so obscene
