As i walk down these open streets I feel the cold is chasing. Avoiding spirits that I meet, through veins my blood is racing. I curl up tight inside a ball and hide myself behind me, I wish that you would only call and confess it to me. Now you will see a side of me that you won't really like, infact it's quite disturbing. I'm more of a man with psychotic intentions, i'll persue this path towards 1080. When i look into your eyes and when I saw a demon in disguise. I went in to the back to see what you're doing to me, I want to be...set me free. Devoid suicide of the mind, our fear is never ending. For you to open up this kind of shit is condescending. When hope is lost and fear remains inside you, running crazy. Our goals for which we're to attain to direct like Scorseze. When i look into your eyes and when I saw a demon in disguise. I went in to the back to see what you're doing to me, I want to be...set me free.