These hollow halls, every vast and sprawling
An infinite labyrinth, entities crawling
Changing around, never the same
Lost forever, become insane
The minds been broken, creating defenses
Void illusions, dulling the senses
Horrid trama, erected these walls
Losing oneself, navigating these halls
Try to find, the center and peace
Or die trying, the horrors and beasts
The mind twists and bends, creating more miles
Your subconscious in shock, soaked in psychic bile
Wake up....

People who think they are are alone, have no idea what it actually feels like.
Isolated is a close friend of mine, and its voices continually louden in my head.
Talking to myself, trying to fill dead air.
The mind plays tricks on itself to believe that someone might be there.
A man can only be alone for so lone, till his mind is fully gone.
Nobody to hear me talk about my dark fantasies.
Nobody to hear me talk about my dark realities.
The life boat I set sail on, has started taking water.
Entities in my head, have started to turn me into fodder.

I'm not really that good of a guy, even though I act like one on the fly.
When I Ninja Walk into yo mother ******' house, I'll ninjits-you.
You're gonna ******' die.
It's seemin', I'm leavin', all you bleedin', seein' your life is now receiptin'.
Leavin' your head, on your Grandmother's door.
Wait till she finds it, heart attack fo' sho'.
Eatin' Grandma's face, then stealin' all her change.
Chop the rest up, Hidin' it away.
Stalkin' yo' Mom, on the ******' phone.
Then tellin' her, "I'm gonna nut", "Don't put me on hold".

My Ninja Walk, won't catch your eyes, these homicides are no surprise.
Killin' you is my grand prize.
Findin' you sleepin, is your demise.
My Ninja Walk won't catch yo' eyes.

When nobody knows who you are, and when you don't want anyone to know you.
When you fantasize she knows your name, and when you just don't care.
When you reach out and nobody cares, and when you don't care that nobody cares.
When you don't care if you're alive or dead, and when you care if so.
When you say, "Hi" to lost love, and when the void stares back.
When the numbness of nothingness creeps in, and when you tell yourself nothing matters anyways.

Ultra violence, and crimson.
Blacker than black, its oppression weights a ton.
Voices out of nowhere, taunting and teasing.
Symbolism everywhere, try and guess it's meaning.
Demons roam the land, to hide is best.
Fear for your soul, but fear more for your flesh.
Monster feed off men, a quick flash of red.
Pray to be hidden, or you're definitely dead.
Animals with human heads, and bad intentions.
Stare too long, and your sanity you'll be missin'.
The lines start to blur, as we all become each other.
With depravity rampant, killing and eating another.
The hunger comes strong, before knowing what it is.
Now you're a monster too, stalking from the mist.
The taste of copper runs down one's chin.
The product of survival, in the lands of devils and men.

Relinquish your mind to the darkness that waits behind the veil
Its attempts increasingly becoming more horrific and abstract
Wearing your skin like a meat tuxedo, feeding off your last scraps of sanity
Now that you know about its existence in any of the time lines
Its horrific and abstract influence now starts to bring his nightmare into being
Watching from behind midnights wall, looking to enter thought a crack in space and time
Twisting the current timeline into a macabre reflection of deep abstract horror

The hex of manic depression, being a meticulous and cunning foe
Casting illusionist gaslight minefields ready to blow
Feeling like you'll never have to come down
You never notice the assassin in stealth, void of all sound
The fall to the pits bottom, is long and malicious
The sights you see there, are to horrendous to be called visions
Drown in a cesspool of despair, that blankets the soul
Gasping toxic air, while friendly faces whisper forbidden knowledge you shouldn't know
The terror wheel keeps time like a dead clock
Never letting you desensitize, keeping you in shock
Part time optimist, leading to nihilism
A cycle of maddening events, leaving one to crave that doom finally kills them