cant even sleep,I've got thoughts running through ma head, like a whole streak of, disarranged bits
can't even think straight ,thinking so hard to even write this lyrics
unusual of me even with inspiration
feel like am writing my own story but emptying ma soul
it's like am living the lives of other people with ma self gazing from afar

locked up ,but i Django,in the jungle of my cross puzzled mind
like a twisted crown of thorns of Jesus ,suppressing my salvation
mi casa es su casa ,but am treated like a mutating tenant.

The world crumpling ,rumbling in ma mind ,high tidal waves
washing every happy memory i can find
don't mess with me cos you get smoked out by my troubles
loki divine ,misinterpreted,interlocked,inter-coined.
soulless lyrics only the dead can decipher

knowledge of the so called wise men is stupidity before God
so you see the world is ruled by stupid precepts ,so i free my mind
we don't make mistakes,but  i say we took and mistook opportunities
okay i feel like am writing a story ,no but an advice ,not love ,
neither hate ,not fiction or non fiction but i think its your to decide