Looking into someones eyes, I don't recognize them anymore
Knife that's in your mind covered in blood on the floor
Razor sharp mind with a dull outlook
Wondering how much man out of me would this have took?
The rhyming Scheme a bit cliche what can I say
The artistry pumps through my arteries
And while I create this imagery
Let's take a look at the real me
Can you feel me?
Can you sense my presence?
Taste the story as it unfolds
See the things I've never told
Hear the words coming from my head
Rather than the mouth that's fed you lies instead